by Liz Crowe
“So, brother, can I ask something?”
“Sure.”
She got up and poured them both another cup of coffee. Taking a deep breath, she turned and faced her brother, who still sat, staring out across the Pacific. “I want to go out tonight. You know, without the five-year-old. I promise to be good, be home at a decent hour. I need some grown up time, you know?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “You went out with Caleb and Adem last week.”
“Yeah, but just to dinner and a movie and home. I want to go out, like dancing and stuff, you know?” She worried the ring in her lower lip. He was going to be a hard sell she could tell already.
“Okay, but midnight is curfew.”
“What? Emre, the clubs don’t even open until eleven!”
He sighed and glanced at his phone. “Okay, fine. Two a.m.” She crossed her arms. “Jesus, three a.m. that’s it, no later.” He gave her a one-armed hug and kiss on the forehead. “Behave. Or else. And thanks for all your help. We would not have made it these weeks without you.”
She finished her coffee and danced back to her bedroom to wake up her little shadow. They had a big day ahead.
Chapter Four
Andreas signaled for the check and stared wearily at the woman across from him. Her mouth still moved, but he couldn’t hear her anymore. He made a mental note never to accept a blind date set up by the basketball coach ever again. Vacuous gave her too much credit. His eyes drifted over her obviously enhanced breasts. They didn’t even have their usual effect on him and he was a tits man. Nearly skeletal, with a huge head, cartoon breasts, too much makeup and nothing to say, combined to make him exhausted, and bored.
“So, I’ve got an early day tomorrow....” He signed the credit card receipt and stood. He didn’t even have the energy to be polite. She looked startled, but seemed to assume that meant he wanted to go fuck because when he opened the car door for her, she stepped right up and cupped his completely flaccid cock. “Hmmm...we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” she cooed.
He grimaced and moved back. “No, that’s not necessary.” He shut her door and climbed in. His wife had become a lot like her at the end, too skinny, acting like an idiot with her hair, clothes, and shoes obsessions. He had a momentary twinge, thinking she’d probably fall nicely in line as a slave, at least for one night. His body could certainly use the release. His own jumpy crankiness at work could only be blamed on simple lack of pussy. Andreas knew himself well enough to realize that his strange, self-imposed celibacy did him no good. But he wanted to master his need. To force orgasm denial on his own body, to see how much he could take. It suddenly seemed futile and stupid.
He glanced down as he drove, realizing the woman had her perfectly manicured hand on his thigh and inched upward. His cock sprang to attention. But he ignored her to see how she’d react. It worked. She leaned into him, licked his neck, and nipped at his earlobe.
“Grab my cock,” he demanded, using his most commanding tone.
She practically purred in response and unzipped his jeans, wrapped her hand around him, and leaned into his lap. He moved his arms up to accommodate her.
“Suck it,” he growled. “Now.” He groaned as her lips slipped over the head and applied exactly the right suction. “Swallow it.” His jaw clenched at the sensation of her obeying his every word. She took orders well, and he moved his hips so she could take all of him. She deep-throated him, no mean feat considering his size. She must have a lot of practice, he mused, as his body gave in to its raging need for orgasm. She cupped his balls. He fisted his hands in her hair, tugging it, needing a reaction from her. He’d trained himself well and could not usually come without providing something for his partner. But her lips were very talented. And the words “seriously pent up” didn’t give his horniness justice.
“I’m gonna blow and you’re gonna take it all.” He’d not slowed down any. The hot Las Vegas wind blew through the windows, making his hair whip around his face. He shoved his hips up higher. The woman moaned and increased her rhythm.
“Dear God,” he muttered. The orgasm remanded out of reach. It wouldn’t allow him release. The woman chose that moment to slip her hand further under his balls, ran a finger down his perineum, and pressed against his anus. That did it. He gripped the steering wheel and grunted as the orgasm snuck up on him, and he tried not to drive off the road. His hips bucked involuntarily as he emptied into the woman’s mouth. She sucked every last drop, sat up, and wiped the back of her hand across her swollen lips.
“Mmm...lovely.” She snuggled against his arm. Suddenly furious with himself, Andreas gritted his teeth even as his brain started in with the “what have you been thinking” mantra, and his cock stayed rock hard. He had no business losing control like that. And now he needed some excuse to get rid of her. He had zero desire to do anything else. She had been a handy receptacle, pure and simple. And that ran counter to everything he believed about women. And that pissed him off even more.
“Uh, yeah. Nice. Thanks.” He shrugged, hoping she’d take the hint and get off of him. She did. “It wasn’t necessary, but thanks.” Christ, he couldn’t even recall her name. “So, I’ll drop you off.” He winced at the bullshit coming from his mouth. But he had to get away from her. How did I let this happen?
“Oh, well, sure but don’t you want to come in?” Her voice tightened as anger permeated her space. That he could handle. “I mean, you know, a little payback?”
He stared straight ahead. “As appealing as that sounds, I’m going to have to offer you a rain check.” She huffed and puffed a little, but didn’t say anything else. He spent the next ten minutes it took to get her home berating himself. He did not treat women like this. He should have maintained hands off. Shit.
He stopped at her house, got out, and opened her door. He kissed her hand and gave her a lame, non-committal hug. She glared at him.
“Don’t bother calling me again. You’re an asshole.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” He sighed and got back into his car.
The entire way home, he beat himself up. Extreme asshole behavior didn’t come naturally. Even when he had a slave or a pet, they never went without being fully satisfied by him. The whole scene reeked of ridiculous. He needed to try something different.
He grabbed his phone and hit speed dial.
“Hey, what’s up?” his sister asked.
“Well, I just had the most godawful blind date on the planet. I was thinking that maybe I should try it your way.”
“Finally, he sees the light.”
“Yeah, yeah. If it’s as all magical as you say, then maybe I can stop all this hit and miss bullshit.” He didn’t really believe it, but he was willing to try anything at this point. He ran a hand through his nearly shoulder-length hair. He ought to get it cut, but he sort of liked it longer. And the University didn’t seem to care. They loved trotting him around like a one-man dog and pony show: our former professional football-playing Athletic Director. He heaved a huge sigh. What a mess. Time to stop marking time and pretending and get some sort of stability.
“So what do I do?”
Connie gave him the details. As soon as he got home, he contacted the 1Night Stand service. After rolling his eyes at some of the questions, he filled it out as honestly as he could, including his past as a Master, and his preference to find a willing submissive at the very least. Maybe they’d take one look at that and toss it, thinking him crazy or some sort of sadist. He hit send and stood in a scalding hot shower for nearly an hour, trying to wash some of the stink of bad behavior and cheap perfume off his skin.
***
The next morning he received his response. Apparently, they had some delay because there were several folks looking for the same thing as he, and Madame Evangeline, the owner of the 1Night Stand dating service, was picky and wanted to make sure each Dom got matched properly. He would be contacted as soon as “a suitable arrangement could be made.” He shrugged.
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sp; After wading through a day’s worth of random crises at the student athlete level, the booster level, and random university political bullshit, he got an email reminding him of a friend’s bachelor party. He rolled his eyes. He hated those damn things. But the guy had been a very good friend to him from his early days in the athletic department. They were to all meet at Mixology, an exclusive club at the Castillo. Small world, he thought before adding the event to his calendar. His sister had told him many of the 1Night Stand dates were, what…“consummated” there? He shook his head.
Making a mental note to get enough cash out of the bank for the requisite strip club tipping, he glanced at an incoming email. The 1Night Stand service had apparently worked its magic for him already. The subject line said: Your Date Is Set. He opened it and discovered he was to meet his date in three nights, at the celebrity chef restaurant in the Castillo hotel. He raised his eyebrows and suppressed a smile before turning his attention to work once again. Good. Now Connie would leave him alone.
***
Elle grinned at the new message in the inbox. The 1Night Stand service had brought her and Emre together. It had brought Caleb back to life. Why couldn’t it work for Lale, too? Now it came down to getting the girl a flight—and convincing her husband to let her go.
Elle knew he’d agreed to let his sister go out for the night. She put a hand on Ayla’s warm back. The girl curled her small body around the baby. Thanks to Lale’s efforts, the headstrong child finally accepted that Aslan hadn’t caused her mother’s scary brush with death. Grateful Emre had loosened up his rigid attitude about Lale, too, letting her go out and have some fun, she swung her feet down to the floor, wincing when her head pounded as it always seemed to do lately when she moved too fast.
She adored her husband, loved him with every fiber of her being, but he got disconcertingly chauvinistic when it came to his sister. He had an alarming double standard about her. She had determined to break him of it so they didn’t have the same problems with their own children. She heard him finish a phone call in Turkish in the other room, smiled and formulated a plan. Leaving Ayla on the bed, she put the baby in his crib then wandered out to the living room. She needed some face time with her husband.
He looked up from his newspaper and smiled, which lifted her heart. She slid onto his lap, straddling him, and leaned in for a long kiss. He gripped her ass, and she pressed down onto the erection under his shorts. God, I have missed this. She tried to focus.
He broke the kiss and looked deep into her eyes. “Dear God, darling wife. I’m so glad you’re better. Thank God you....” She stopped him with her lips again, reveling in the familiar taste of him, the feel of his skin under hands.
“I know. I’m sorry to put you through this.” Her breathing quickened. She needed him, all of him, right now. But they had to talk first. She had to convince him to send Lale to Las Vegas. He feels so good though. She cradled his dark, exotic face between her hands. “I love you so much. I think what you did, bringing Lale here was amazing. She’s worked wonders with Ayla. I think we should reward her.” He looked puzzled, but took her hands and pressed one, then the other to his lips.
“I’m going to ask Father to let her finish school here, I think. Is that what you mean?”
“That’s nice, but no. It’s not what I meant.” She moaned as he slipped his hands under her T-shirt and cupped her breasts, running his talented fingers over her nipples. “Stop distracting me.” She clutched his shoulders and ground against his cock.
“Um, okay, but—” She put a finger on his lips. He bit it and leaned up, grasping her ass and possessing her mouth again.
She gave into it, let his lovely familiar body hold hers. But she had to tell him. She broke away.
His eyes were nearly black with lust. “I am so fucking horny. Honey, please, can we wait to talk?” His voice roughened by passion, he yanked her shirt up over her head and popped open her bra. Her breasts ached for his touch.
“Ahh, God, wait. I have got to tell you something.”
“Later, I promise, later.” He sucked one nipple and brushed his thumb over the other as he unzipped his shorts and shoved her panties aside. He ran his finger over the angry, red scar at her bikini line. “I must be inside you, right now. But can we? I mean does it still hurt? It’s been almost three months since….” Without another word, she lifted herself up and sighed as he eased into her, one delicious inch at a time.
“Maybe a little, but not making love with you hurts worse.”
“Dear God, I missed you.” He fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her lips back to his. She raised up and lowered herself again, slowly, clenching her muscles. She sucked his tongue into her mouth. Her neglected libido raged up, took control as she eased up and down on her husband’s body. He broke their kiss and stared into her eyes, nearly making her cry with a sudden burst of emotion.
“I’m sorry, my darling, I’m not going to last long.” He gasped, digging his fingers into her hips. A delicious orgasm rolled over her, starting at her tingling scalp and working its way down her spine straight to her pussy.
“Oh, my, yes...please...” she whispered into his hair. He cupped her breasts as she moved against him. “Emre,” she gasped as the climax exploded across her vision.
She kept moving, faster, needing him to join her, to fill her. He groaned against her flesh and shoved up high. “Evet!” He shouted into the room before she slapped a hand over his mouth. “Ah…yes.” His cock shuddered and spilled into her. They stayed clasped together, their bodies joined and entwined. She kissed him gently, took a long shuddering breath, and sat up on her knees, releasing him. He lay back, still gasping. She ran a finger down his damp face then sat next to him and grabbed his hand.
“I want to send Lale to Las Vegas.”
“Huh?” He stared up at the ceiling, then over at her, his dark eyes glassy with post-coital satisfaction.
“I want to send Lale to Las Vegas. I already have a date arranged for her. You know, a 1Night Stand.” She bit her lip, knowing it wasn’t fair to spring it on him right then, but needing to get it out there nonetheless.
He tucked his cock back into his shorts and zipped up. He leaned forward and ran hands through his hair. The look he shot her over his shoulder didn’t bode well for her plan. She swallowed. They had an equal partnership, took equal responsibility for decisions in their life. She realized she might be overstepping, but he stayed so blinded by a protectionist instinct with his sister, the first step would have to be hers.
“Why?”
“Because, my love. She is twenty-five years old, and deserves to find some happiness.”
“Why can’t she wait? Find it later?”
“You were only twenty-five my darling, remember? When we....”
He sighed. “I know but that’s....”
She joined him at the edge of the couch. “So help me if you say ‘it’s different because she’s a woman,’ I will brain you with a frying pan.”
“Okay, I won’t say that. But it is. And you know it.”
She held her temper. She didn’t want to argue with him. What she really wanted was him inside her, again, right now.
“No, but I think we could at least give her this little...vacation.”
He sighed and leaned back, taking her with him, holding her close and kissing the top of her head. “Anything for you. You know it. Las Vegas it is for our Lale.” She sighed and snuggled down into his embrace, throwing her bare legs over his lap.
“Good. I think it’s the right thing to do. Ayla will miss her, but it’s only for a few days.”
“Yes, my love. Now, let’s go take a bath together. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
***
An undulating dance floor held Lale upright, kept her moving as the club lights flashed. The familiar surreal sensations seemed strange. While it felt great to be out again, she thought the silly twit in the bathroom had slipped her a double dose of X. Things were getting very trippy.
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The hot guy she’d spotted within thirty minutes of entering the downtown LA club clutched her ass, grinding his crotch against her. She had her arms overhead, trying to reach the flashing lights. His lips were on hers so she wrapped herself around him and stuck her tongue in his mouth. Her clit thrummed against the hard metal ball that pierced it. His cock swelled against her leg. He bit her lip and sucked the ring in it into his mouth. His hands were strong, clutching her so hard; she might bruise later. The thought turned her on even more.
“Hey,” she gasped, “Let’s get out of here.”
The tall blond man nodded eagerly. She wobbled her way off the floor, unsteady from frozen vodka shots and whatever amount of Ecstasy she’d imbibed. Her brain yammered at her, reminding her she had nowhere to take him. She couldn’t exactly bring this person back to her brother’s house in the hills. What was she thinking? She’d jumped right back into her old routine. Drinks, drugs, dancing, stranger-danger sex. The guy yanked her close again and covered her mouth with his. Lust rendered her dizzy. Maybe this guy could actually get her off. It had been a while. A damn long while.
hey stumbled out of the club and he hailed a taxi. His hands were all over her. At one point he put his palm right on her bare clit. She’d gone without panties tonight, the skirt she’d chosen too tight for such propriety.
“I want to taste that piercing.”
“Hmmm....” Annoyance reared its ugly head. She never actually left a club with anyone. She needed to ditch him.
But he climbed into the taxi after her, shoved her up against the door, and jammed his hand up her skirt. She remained unamused. “Cut it out,” she demanded.
“No, you want it, you know it.” His finger flicked the metal ball in her hood. His lips covered hers, and suddenly she tasted old booze and cigarettes and shame. She shoved him away, hard.
“No, you asshole, I do not. Get the fuck out of my cab.” She suddenly had a surge of strength. She didn’t need this. She could go home, back to her brother’s, take care of her niece, be around people who loved her. She had no need to prove how wild she could be here.