-Safety is our top priority!
-Most of all, let loose and have fun.
The rules were simple and seemed like this event was well thought out. Everyone had their own personal identification code which seemed as though it would help keep them safe. What the hell. I might as well give it a go.
“Ready?” Angela asked.
“I didn’t get dressed up for nothing.” Scarlett tossed her blonde locks behind her shoulders and strutted back to the table to get her ID.
At the sign-up table, the woman looked thrilled to see them. She handed them each a clipboard with a few simple questions to fill out. As Scarlett wrote her phone number down, she wondered if the room was filled with a bunch of psychos. Or perhaps luck would be on her side and she’d meet the man of her dreams tonight and years down the road they’d laugh about the way they’d met. A unique story to tell at future dinner parties. After she completed the form, she handed it back to the woman then the redhead placed a big sticker on her back which identified her to her phone number.
“Good luck, ladies. And my best advice is, let the men text you.”
“Thanks,” Scarlett said as she waited on Angela.
****
Scarlett was breathtaking. His gaze was glued to her as he hid in a corner, waiting on her arrival so he could catch a glimpse of her.
The red dress hugged her figure, sending his lower half on awake mode. It was out of her element. She was always a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl. Never in his wildest fantasies had he imagined her showing up here tonight in something so revealing. A part of him wanted to grab hold of her now before any other man saw her, staking his claim.
The dress hardly covered her ass, stopping just under her cheeks, letting him see her toned thighs she worked hard on at the gym. He watched her as she read over the rules on the sign. Her blonde locks flowed over her shoulders. She looked around, he could see in her eyes how nervous she was, as she tugged at the hem of the dress.
Later he’d be yanking that hem up around her waist or better, removing the dress completely. All he had to do was convince her to come to his room this evening. Of course, it helped that any man he thought might be interested in her and she might consider, he’d paid off. The only men that would attempt to talk to her would be the ones who would never appeal to her. The desperate men. As long as his plan went accordingly, she’d mingle for a little while and then she’d be all his.
Scarlett and her friend Angela finished up with the paperwork and entered the ballroom. It wouldn’t take long at all for Angela to find a man to hook up with for the evening. She wasn’t picky. She had standards but was less guarded with her heart than Scarlett was. But his Scarlett had been hurt a few times as she tried to find her way through life and the things she wanted. It was him who was what she desired, only she didn’t know it yet.
He left his hiding spot and went down the hallway past the ballroom to his room that he’d booked for them. He couldn’t help but grin as he pictured her in the elaborately decorated room, taking in the whole event. By now she was probably trying to talk herself into staying. He just had to hope that she did stick around because soon he’d be putting his plan into motion.
As he entered the hotel room, he glanced around, making sure everything was where it needed to be for their night together. It needed to be perfect because Scarlett was going to be putting a lot of trust in him and her feeling safe was a top concern of his. If things went his way, then tonight would be the start of both of their futures—together.
He thought back to the last time they spoke. It had been a few weeks, but she’d thrown him a curveball when she’d confided in him the kind of relationship she was looking for. The girl he dreamt about, wishing that she’d fall for a man like him, finally said words he’d only fantasized about. She wanted the things he could offer. A lifestyle not many people understood. Hell, he hardly did himself.
He liked control. To be the one in charge, but had one strict rule women had a hard time understanding. He disliked being touched unless he asked for it. Most women thought he was just kinky when he wanted to handcuff them, but it was for more than just some kink. It was a deep need to be in complete control of her pleasure as well as his. A woman’s touch took away his control.
He’d been lonely for years, spending a majority of his time on his career. Which had paid off. He wasn’t a millionaire, but he was well off and could provide a comfortable life for him and Scarlett—if she’d have him.
The need to have her was strong and he didn’t know how much longer he could leave her alone as she wandered around that ball room full of men who would want her. Too bad not a single one of them knew what to do with a woman like her.
He took a deep breath, trying to get control. Scarlett was the first woman who made him almost lose control of himself when she was around. It was something he’d never experienced before but he liked it. It sent a rush of thrill through him.
He was doing his best to not text her yet. Let her mingle or whatever. But his patience wore thin and he needed to make a connection with her. Send her the first of his many—hopefully—intriguing messages. A text she’d probably ignore at her, but he’d wear her down, if he knew his Scarlett. And before long, she’d be entering this very hotel room to be with him.
He pulled his phone from his back pocket and composed his first message.
You look like you could use a spanking. E098
****
Scarlett and Angela went toward the ballroom where the event was being hosted. The doors were wide open, making it inviting. Before they entered, where they would no longer be able to talk, Scarlett stopped and took a deep breath. “Hopefully this is fun. Should we have a special text word like we do at clubs in case one of us needs help?”
“Great idea, yes. How about our usual word, pickle?”
“Okay.” That would be easy to remember. “Don’t leave me right away, please.”
“I won’t. It isn’t like I’m going to go get it on with the first man that texts me.” Angela laughed.
Scarlett wasn’t so sure about that. Not that she was calling her friend a slut, but she was definitely a little more free spirited then Scarlett was.
Angela squeezed her shoulder. “You look beautiful this evening, now let’s go experience this crazy text dating. If we don’t go now, I might run.”
Her friend laughed. “Let’s go.”
Walking through the double doors, they entered a dimly lit room. It wasn’t too crowded and the ratio of men to women was about even. She glanced at her friend and saw she was already scoping out the men. Scarlett however was checking out the entire room for emergency exits. On the wall to her right were two posters. One titled Women and the other Men. This was where you found an ID and phone number next to it. No names were listed—which kept this night full of mystery. She didn’t have to share her real name with anyone if she didn’t want to. Just that thought alone excited her. Tonight she could be whoever she wanted.
In a corner to her left, a refreshment table sat with glasses of what she assumed to be champagne. That was what she needed. She strutted as sexily as she could and when she got there, grabbed a flute. Pressing the cool glass to her lips, she closed her eyes as the bubbly liquid entered her mouth and fizzed down her throat. Just the liquid courage she needed.
Her phone dinged and she realized she’d received her first message. She glanced at the screen. Hot Damn! You’re sexy, J106
She smiled and typed back.
Thanks, S214
Scarlett scanned the room looking for J106 and when she spotted an extremely attractive blond man grinning and staring at her, she knew she’d found him.
Wanna chat in a private room? J106
Doubtful. Thanks for the invite, but not right now. Just got here. S214
Your loss and someone else’s catch. J106
Wow, so that was how it was going to be. Turning her back to J106, she looked to see where her friend was. Angela stood next to an attra
ctive man who was just her type and they both actively texted into their phone. Unlike her best friend, Scarlett wasn’t looking to hook up with the first guy that caught her attention. After all, J106 showed his true colors.
Scarlett’s phone dinged again. This was kind of fun, seeing that men did like her. As she read the message, the hairs on the back of her neck stood.
You look like you could use a spanking. E098
Was this person serious? Deciding to have fun with him, she typed. Let me guess, you’re just the one to give it to me. S214
While she waited on a response she looked around for E098, but couldn’t seem to find him. Strange. Scarlett walked around the room, pretending to be on her phone, but instead scanned the backs of all the men for E098.
Her phone dinged. You won’t find me. I’m waiting for you in a private room. When you’re ready for your spanking, meet me in room 1174. E098
Oh yeah, like she was going to just go to this room with someone who wanted to spank her. Letting out an irritated sigh, she found a corner to stand in and wait for the next weirdo to text her. This had definitely been a mistake. She checked on her friend again and saw Angela walking toward the doorway with her attractive man. She probably found the only good man here and was on her way to make her claim on him. What was the point in even staying now? Angela was off enjoying her evening to the fullest. Several other couples left as well. Scarlett was left with a room full of men she probably had nothing in common with and some psycho in a hotel room supposedly waiting on her.
Just as she was about to leave, a dark haired, fairly attractive guy walked up in front of her and typed away on his phone. This is so stupid, this whole not talking thing, she thought as she waited on his message.
Hi beautiful. You look lovely tonight. F521
She smiled. Thanks. S214
Do you like kids? F521
What a way to start a conversation. She grinned, but not from happiness, from awkwardness, and when she didn’t respond right away he texted again.
I’m a single father looking for a woman who might be interested in helping me raise my daughter. Is that you? F521
Scarlett shook her head, feeling bad, but she wasn’t ready to just jump in and play house. He nodded and walked away to the next woman on his path. This evening wasn’t going well. She was dressed to impress, but so far she was batting zero.
Her phone dinged again.
Aren’t you tired of those other men yet? I promise I’ll show you an amazing time. All you have to do is let your guard down a little and let me show you all the ways I can bring you pleasure. E098.
Him again? Hadn’t he found his new victim yet?
I appreciate the offer, but since I can’t even see you, I’m not real comfortable just going to a private room. I hope you understand. S214
Her phone lit up right away.
Ever been tied up? Or given up complete control to a man? Give me just one night. That’s all I ask. E098
Tie her up? A shiver tore down her spine at the idea. He was right about one thing, she did want to give up complete control, but not to some mystery man. It was best to just ignore him. Maybe she needed to call her cell phone carrier now. Another text came in.
Are you wet? Did the thought of me tying you up, kissing your body from head to toe, and taking a looong pit stop at your delicate center excite you? E098
She hated to admit it, but after that last text, her panties were wet and her mind began to wander. Heat grew in her cheeks as her nipples puckered. She was getting turned on, from a simple text.
I want to lean you over the bed, hike that tight red dress up, and paddle that firm behind. Let me guess, you have on a G-string. E098.
She glanced around, wondering if he was somewhere watching her. The image of being spanked caused her breath to pick up. What would it be like? Would it hurt or be as pleasurable as she anticipated it to be? Her curiosity was high and her G-string was almost soaked.
Maybe she could do this. Go up to the room, at least see who he was. It wasn’t as though she couldn’t turn and leave if she didn’t like him or things got out of hand. She’d let the hotel staff know where she was, so if anything did go wrong, they’d know who he was at least.
My cock is so hard waiting on you, I might need a little relief before you get here, as I imagine those sweet lips of yours wrapped around my shaft. E098.
Scarlett gasped and several people looked at her. Her pussy ached and she was dizzy with desire. How had this man done this to her in a few simple words? She reread his messages, finding herself even more turned on and a need to see who he was emerge. Hell, this was one evening. After tonight, she could check one-night standoff her bucket list, and find out what it would be like to be spanked. She sent a message back.
I’m coming. S214
You will be soon. E098
This was insane, but she was doing it. Trying not to look as though she was running, she quickly made her way to the desk in the corner where she’d seen Angela go when she left. There she met another woman.
“Is this where I let you know what room I’m going to?” Scarlett asked.
“It is. And who you will be with.”
“Room 1174 with E098.”
The lady scanned one of her forms. “Thought you were already there. He filled it out a while ago.” She smiled and handed Scarlett a card. “If you have any issues, text this word and security will come. As well, extra security is roaming the hallways, so scream if necessary. Have fun.”
Scarlett returned the smile and left the ballroom. How had E098 been so sure she would end up with him?
She scanned the hotel map and saw the room was on the same level she was currently on. Thank God. She wasn’t crazy about elevators. In fact, she didn’t have far to walk at all. Taking a deep breath, she headed down the hallway and before she knew it, she was standing in front of the wooden door, holding her hand up and begging herself to knock. Once she did, she’d know who this mystery man was.
In what seemed like slow motion, she knocked and the door immediately opened.
“Come in.” The words chilled her to the core.
Biting her bottom lip, she walked into the darkened room and the door shut with a loud bang behind her and all light was gone.
“Uh, where are the lights?”
She took a few steps, hoping not to bump into anything. Why weren’t there any lights on? This had been a mistake. Most likely she’d just entered some mass murderer’s fantasy. She turned to leave as fear took over, but two big hands grabbed her shoulders, stopping her. A hot breath landed on the back of her neck.
“I’m right here,” he whispered. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“Why is it dark in here?” she asked again.
“I want you to feel comfortable. You’re going to do things you’ve never done before but have desired. In the dark, you can be yourself.” He kissed a small trail from the back of her neck to the crook. “All I need from you is your permission.”
“My permission?”
“Yes, your permission and willingness to let go and experience all I have to give.”
He rubbed the tips of his fingers down her arms, sending shivers through her. She wiggled her thighs trying to push away the urge to have him touch her. But as his hands made their way back up her arms, she found herself ready to give in.
“Yes,” she softly spoke.
“You’ve made the right decision.” Taking her hand, the mystery man led her farther into the room and to the bed. “The first thing I want to do is bind your wrists together so I’m in complete control.”
Scarlett thought about objecting, because again, the room was dark and she had no idea what this guy looked like. But even that turned her on, that she was about to embark on a fantasy with a man she’d never seen or met, and when this was over, if he slipped away, she’d never know who he was. “Thought you were going to spank me.”
He chuckled. A laugh she found oddly familiar. “Oh, I will. Don�
�t you worry. But first I’m going to explore you and show you how good it can be to trust someone. Do you trust me?”
“I don’t know you.”
His breath hot across her shoulder. “Oh, but you do. I’ve been in your head a long time as you’ve wished for other men to do the things I’m going to give you. So, I’m asking you again. Do you trust me?”
Her eyes closed as his lips pressed on her skin. The way he ? turned her on and he’d hardly touched her, told her that she could. “Yes.”
E098 sat her on the bed. He walked away for a moment and she wished like hell she could see what he was up to, but he was only gone momentarily.
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