Hers

by Dawn Robertson

  Yikes, that is harsh. I feel like I should apologize to him for that. “Damn, sorry I asked.”

  His face shows relief, instead of pain. “She did me a favor. I didn't want kids anyway. I am not really the parent type.” He shrugs his shoulders as the waitress arrives with our food.

  We eat and talk, discussing all the mundane details of life. Our night reminds me a lot of time I would spend with Star. The conversation comes easily; nothing is off topic, but we don't push to know the deep dark secrets we are both clearly hiding. I like to consider myself pretty damn good at reading strangers. If I didn't know any better, he was hiding something just as deep and dark as I, under the layers of our public personas.

  A dinner I’d anticipated to take an hour and a half at most flows into three hours. We clear our plates, even sharing a few bites here and there. I indulge in a few more beers than I probably should, but I don't have anything to do in the morning, so what do I care? But the best part of the entire evening comes in the form of deep fried ice cream. The out of this world vanilla treat is probably my favorite at Tokyo Fusion. I laugh to myself as I lick the vanilla ice cream off the spoon. Vanilla, what a fucking joke. My life is beyond fucked up, and my favorite flavor in the world is vanilla.

  The check comes, and he picks up the tab like a gentleman. I have to give him the slightest bit of credit for that.

  “I had a nice time this evening. Once you got your head out of your ass and stopped trying to threaten me, that is.” I laugh, while I pull my purse out from under the table and scoot across the booth for the exit.

  “I did, too. I'm sorry about the threat. Truly. I’m just not used to being told no, Seven. I didn't know what to do.” He is embarrassed; it is kind of adorable. Adorable? What the fuck? He isn't a puppy, Seven; get your shit together.

  As I stand, I lose my balance, totally blaming the last shot of sake. “Damn it!” But before I can land on my ass in the packed eatery, a strong arm loops around my waist, saving the day. Or at least my ass from a huge purple bruise in the morning.

  “Sorry about that.” He pulls his arm free and takes a step back, desperate to put a sizable distance between our electrifying connection. Any time a single hair on my body comes in contact with him, I feel something only those bimbos in romance novels drag on about. Romance is for old housewives and desperate twats.

  I come to reality, realizing that Levi is still staring at me, and I’m lost somewhere in my brain. I clearly took a wrong turn at the frontal lobe and got lost somewhere in the sensory cortex.

  “It's okay. Thanks for saving my ass. Literally.” I laugh, as I let my guard down just a smidge. It’s an involuntary response. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it is just the fact that, for the first time since Daniel, I have enjoyed the company of a man in a social setting. Not just in my bed.

  “I wouldn't want to see that pretty ass hurt.” His words throw me off. Here I was giving him the benefit of the doubt. I thought he’d let the pursuit go. Silly Seven!

  “Not going to work, Mr. Parker.” I throw him a side eye, and walk for the doors.

  It’s a chilly night in the city, but I can't help but want to walk. Sometimes the beauty of the skyscrapers and neon lights do it for me. Give me three blocks, of course, and I’ll be calling Clyde to pick my ass up because my feet feel like they are about to fall off.

  Looking up in the sky, I can actually see stars, which is pretty rare in this neck of the woods, and I am determined to use the view for clarity. Until I realize Levi is behind me, following me.

  I turn to him. “I had a nice evening, but this is where it ends.” I extend my arm to shake his hand, because that is as close as I am going to let him get. There is no way I am going to opt for a hug, even if it is one of those half hugs dudes exchange. His eyebrow lifts, as he lets out a chuckle. Is he laughing at me? Fucker.

  “It was a nice night, I agree. But it would be even nicer if you came home with me, Seven.”

  Nope. No way. No how. Not happening. “I'm sorry, Levi. You just know I can't. It’s not you. I had a great time tonight. I just can't.”

  His hand takes mine, finally giving in to the only kind of friendly contact he is going to get from me, and I can feel the lust swimming through my blood. My body screams want, while my brain screams reason. No man, not even Daniel, has ever had this kind of hold on me. I smile while releasing his grip and turn to walk away. A couple yards down the sidewalk, I can hear his feet stomping heavily. He’s running in my direction. Why couldn't he just have walked in the other direction?

  “Seven! Wait.” Like a flash, he is by my side, panting. “Tomorrow night, have dinner with me again.”

  I run my hand through my hair, trying to compose myself before I speak. Instantly an evil yet genius plan strikes me, a sure way to get him to lose interest. “Dinner, no. My Saturday nights are spent at Sinners & Swingers. But you may join me there for the night, if you dare. Ten sharp.”

  My legs carry me away as quickly as the Jimmy Choos will allow, and I pull my cell phone out of my purse to dial Clyde. I won't be getting a clarity walk tonight, but I won't need it. My plan was genius enough to send Levi running for the hills. And get me off on top of it.

  Corset? Check.

  Crotchless panties? Check.

  Vibrator? Check.

  Condoms? Check.

  I was ready to rock ‘n' roll for the night, but instead of the show taking place inside my spare bedroom, I’m finally going to break down and utilize a private room at the club. There will be no offers of coming back to my place; I’m going to make sure of that.

  I zip up my knee high red leather boots and bend over in front of the mirror to see exactly how much of my ass can be seen when I do. Just enough.

  Clyde is waiting downstairs. I throw on my knee length, black coat and hit the elevator. Tonight will make or break everything with Levi. I can’t let him continue to pursue me; it’s just not in the cards. Everything about my life is on a detailed plan, which he does not fit into. Only in my boardroom, and if I was really a shitty person, he would be gone from there already. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, for sure.

  The ride from my penthouse to the club is peaceful, but I have far too much time inside my own head trying to analyze everything. My emotions. My physical response to him. My lack of concern for his feelings, kind of. The reasons why I will never let another person get close to me. The reasons why I’ve only ever found myself emotionally connected to Star, after what the devastation Daniel had put me through. After I had finally opened up.

  Star sat next to me on a worn mattress, in the back of an old Volkswagen bus, somewhere in upstate New York. It was cold, really fucking cold for a September night, and our parents were nowhere to be found, again. We huddled together trying to stay warm under the lone afghan that had been left behind. Sharing a pillow, we wrapped our arms around each other in an attempt to share body heat for warmth. Her voluptuous breasts pressed through the thin material of her t-shirt, up against my stomach. I could feel her pebbled nipples, and the only thought in my mind was how they would taste. Not how we could stay warm.

  Her hand gently brushed my back. Up and down. Trailing her finger along my spine in an intimate motion. Her warm breath caressed my neck, as she moved in closer, and closer until her lips met my collarbone. Goosebumps spread across my skin. Internally, I tried to blame it on the cold, but I knew it was her touch bringing me to life.

  “Star,” I whispered. Her pale face and hazel eyes looked up, pleading with me not to stop what she was doing. Without a second thought, I leaned in and kissed her. My tongue brushed her bottom lip, as she moved up my body with need.

  Her soft lips parted, and my tongue slipped in to explore her mouth. It tasted like cherries; maybe it was just her lip gloss but it was heaven. My body acted on instinct, moving up and cupping her full breasts. I ran my finger over her nipple and she moaned loudly into my mouth. Not trying to cover up the pleasure my touch brought. Her whimpers were enough to en
courage me under the shirt.

  Her breasts hung free, without the protection of a bra. I wanted to taste them. I wanted to suck on her nipples like an infant feasting on its mother. The intimate encounter had my pussy soaking through my panties and thin sweatpants. Her knee moved between my legs, nestling right on my sweet spot, and I let out a long moan of my own.

  Star pinned me under her touch, and I pushed her shirt up as she hung over me. Her breasts dangled in my face. I lifted my head off the pillow and took the tiny pink bud into my mouth, sucking it as if my life depended on it. Her moans cheered me on, as I licked tenderly with my tongue.

  “Oh yeah. Seven, that feels so good.” My first taste of sexual contact with a woman. My first taste of dirty talk, and it drove me crazy. I moved to taste her other breast and she threw her head back in ecstasy. She loved my touch. Moving my hands south and becoming brazen, I slid them inside the matching pair of thin sweatpants she wore. Over a thin mound of hair, I ran my middle finger through her wet folds. Her pussy is as wet as mine.

  “Seven…”

  The way my name fell out of her mouth captivated me. I finally spoke, for the first time since our encounter started.

  “Yes, Star?”

  Our eyes met again, and I could see something in her eyes that I’d never seen from another soul. Want? Love? Whatever it was, I craved it. I would have done anything for it.

  “I want to taste you.” Her words were smooth like honey, and all I could do was nod in approval. She could taste my breasts all day long. After Johnny had sucked on them a couple months ago, I’d been craving the same feeling it gave me between my legs.

  Hormones raged between us. Star slid down my body, gently tugging on either side of my sweatpants, until my bald pussy was in view. She let out a gasp when she saw I’d taken a razor to the bush. One thing I don't like is hair.

  “You ready?” she questioned, and any hope of her sucking on my tits flew out the window. She was going where no one had ever gone before.

  “Miss James? Seven? Hello? We're here,” Clyde calls from the front of the town car as we pulled up to the curb of Sinners and Swingers. The club has a line down the sidewalk already. I wonder if Levi is somewhere in the mob.

  I look at the clock on the dashboard - ten minutes after ten. Fashionably late, good. Keep him waiting, squirming a little in anticipation of what I have planned for the evening.

  “Thank you, Clyde. Be back at midnight. I should be done by then.” I tie my coat closed and open the door, stepping one high-heeled boot onto the sidewalk at a time. With a nod to the bouncer, I walk right into the club, past the sprawling line of pissed-off scenesters waiting to get in.

  I make my way directly for the bar, as always. Even though I had a couple drinks before leaving my penthouse, I need a stiff shot for the last bit of liquid courage I need to pull this shit off. Not that fucking two men at once is something I haven't done before, but typically I prefer a little side of pussy with my threesomes.

  Throwing back a shot of Jameson’s, I turn my gaze across the room. My eyes zero in on my usual table, where I find Levi sitting casually, clearly waiting for me. The red button down shirt tucked in to a pair of black slacks fits him perfectly. Tonight, he blends in more than the first time he dared to enter the club.

  The casual view of him whips an unfamiliar feeling through body. Not only does my body crave him, but on another level, my mind does too. Subconsciously, shit is getting real in my head, without me even noticing. He catches my gaze and I slowly untie the belt of my jacket, letting it fall open. Fire flashes through his eyes as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, like a man desperate for his next meal. The corner of my mouth turns up with the hint of a smile; my plan is already well on its way to working perfectly.

  Mere steps away from Levi, Vince's dangerous green eyes catch my attention. Tall, bald as the day he was born, and muscles that ripple as far as the eye can see. His tight leather pants show his impressive bulge; even flaccid, his cock is noticeable. The black leather vest hangs open, leaving little to the imagination. A voluptuous redhead kneels in front of him, wearing next to nothing, her face almost resting on the black combat boots he always wears. Vince is an owner, and Master here at Sinners and Swingers.

  His eyes lock on mine. He speaks quietly to the redhead, and she stands slowly with a look of disappointment on her face, before walking to the bar. He wastes no time making his way toward me. After my phone call earlier in the day, this is hardly unexpected.

  “Mistress Marilyn. Always a pleasure, my love.” He places a kiss on my cheek before playfully smacking my ass.

  “The feeling is mutual, Vince. I always enjoy myself when you grace us with your presence.” Over the years, his time at the club has become less and less. But tonight, he knew there was a damn good reason for him to show.

  “You know, Mistress Marilyn. I have been waiting for an opportunity like this for years. You have always done your best to slip through my fingers. I haven't been excited like this in some time.” Reaching down, his strong fingers grip his growing erection through the leather pants. His words excite me, more than they probably should. Vince has been trying to fuck me for years. Ever since I walked through the front door of Sinners and Swingers, scorned and looking to unleash my reckless behavior.

  “Give me a few, Vince. I have to speak with my sub and tell him the plan for the night.” Little does Levi know that I have a big plan, which involves us both being dominated by the only man I will probably ever submit to. With a wink, I turn and head for Levi.

  “Levi,” I greet him, hanging my jacket over the back of the chair. He stands, wrapping an arm around my waist before returning the greeting.

  “Mistress Marilyn.” Impressive, he remembers the rules.

  “That gentleman over there is Master Vince. He is the owner of this club, and he will be our dom for the evening.” I speak short, and to the point. He can take or leave the offer; it won't make much of a difference to me in the long run.

  “Our dom?” he questions me, his expression dark, unreadable for once. His eyes normally always give him away, just not at the moment I need to be able to read him the most.

  “Yes, our dom. We will both give ourselves over to him for the evening. I mean, if you are up for it.” I wink at him as I pucker my bright red lips together. His eyes skim my body from top to bottom before he turns his head toward Vince. Even though I see nothing but the back of his head, I know exactly what he is doing. He is sizing up Vince.

  I lean in to Levi, running my tongue along his ear before I whisper words of encouragement. “What's the big deal? It's not like you don't like it up the ass already, Levi.”

  Please say no, please say no, please say no, I chant to myself, praying this will push Levi so far away that he will never try to get in my bed again. I guess I was just lying to myself, pretending I didn't care. Just leave the one night we had together at that. He turns, facing me with a lustful look. He leans in and takes my lips ever so gently. The chaste kiss is more than I expected, and I’m thrown completely off guard.

  “As long as it’s with you, I would do anything, baby.” My gut clenches at his words. I am so beyond fucked.

  My plan just backfired in my face. Now I have no choice but to go through with it all. I start walking toward Vince, as he turns to meet my strides. “Master Vince, this is Levi. Levi, this is the world famous Master Vince. He will be our dom for the night.” They both extend hands while exchanging greetings.

  “Why don't we continue this in the blue room,” Vince suggests before turning to walk down the long hallway lined with various private suites in the back of the club. As we reach the end of the hallway, he pulls out a key and unlocks the last room on the right. “Ladies first.” He smiles as I stride through the threshold, Levi not far behind me.

  The blue room is one of the most lavish rooms available at Sinners and Swingers. A large, sleek, round, modern bed sits in the middle, made with insanely soft, navy blue sheets. The walls ar
e painted a deep ocean blue, and various toys line the walls. Whips, floggers, paddles, and my personal favorite, nylon rope. A sex swing hangs in the corner with a mirror parallel. Looking up, a mirror lines the ceiling above the spacious round bed. It is the most equipped room for a group encounter.

  Over the years, I’ve heard tales of sprawling orgies taking place in the blue room, never thinking I would see the inside. Not that I’m reserved sexually, but I always held a four person maximum. After that, body parts get confusing and you just have no idea what belongs to whom. Not my thing at all.

  Vince turns to Levi and me while he takes his vest off, laying it on a wooden bench next to the door. “The safe word tonight is lemon. If anything here becomes too much for either of you, all you have to do is say lemon. But, at Mistress Marilyn's request, I will go easy.”

  “Oh, I can take anything the two of you will send my way.” Levi's words sound velvety smooth yet filled with bravado as he responds to Vince. The Master’s eyebrows lift in question, looking directly at me. I shrug in response.

  Needing further clarification, Vince speaks again, his voice low and seductive. “Will there be any man-on-man action tonight?”

  I’m just as interested in the answer. I stare at Levi, waiting for him to reply; he is confused, torn, as am I. A hint of jealousy erupts through my chest just thinking about Levi with anyone else. What. The. Fuck? He wants to say yes, but he doesn't want the implication of questioning his sexuality after the experience. I’m mean, but I’m not mean enough to thrust him into that, so I cut in, quickly becoming territorial.

  “No, if anything, I will use my strap-on to fuck Levi. But honestly, Vince, I would just rather have two cocks inside me tonight. It's been so long.” I sound like a whiny little girl, Veruca Salt in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. I hadn't planned on wanting the experience, but since it has presented itself, I’ll jump at it. Something about two cocks at once always sets me on fire.

  “Thanks for clearing that up, Mistress Marilyn. If that is all the business we have, you both will strip now.” Master Vince's voice leaves no hesitation at all. A shiver slides down my spine; damn, this man is good at what he does. I wonder why I never gave in to him before. Not that being dominated was high on my list of shit to do.