Piper (Managing Mischief Book 1)

by Emma Luna

  With each changing song, we grind against each other more, swaying to the music and creating our own little intoxicated bubble. We have sweat dripping off our bodies, our hearts are racing and my mouth is dry, but it still feels amazing. I love being able to let go, not to think about emotions, words, or what is the acceptable way to respond to people. This act is primal. This for me is easy. I know exactly what to do to turn Chance on completely, and I haven’t even put my lips on him yet. I also know exactly what my body needs. I’m more complex and I’ll never be completely satisfied like this, but I know that. I just need to get him wound up enough that it will be a no brainer when I finish this.

  Chance is peppering little kisses across my neck causing a delicious ripple to fan over my body straight to my core. I will be very surprised if there isn’t a wet patch on his jeans when we finally pull apart. The dangers of going without underwear. I don’t care, I want more. Taking his hair in my hands again, this time I pull backwards, harder than I did before. The motion drags his lips away from my neck but brings us face to face again. I know he sees the same look of lust in my eyes that are in his, my mind is filled with images of where I’m about to take this evening. They are the thoughts that set fire to my body and make my core ache with need. Chance is just my prop and I intend on using him as fully as I can.

  Leaning in towards him, our lips meer millimeters away, I feel his breath against my face and the moment of recognition of what my intentions are becomes apparent. With no warning, like he is a desperate man who has finally been granted permission, he closes the gap between us and roughly presses his lips against mine. He wastes no time in deepening the kiss as his tongue immediately licks against my lips desperate for entry. I open slightly and that's the only invitation he needs to roughly push his tongue into my mouth. His actions are frenzied with a wild need to consume as much of me as he can. I give him what he wants for just a moment before I take over. My tongue battles his for dominance and quickly wins, allowing me to slow down the kiss and make it more sensual as opposed to a bruising desperation. Chance seems to take the change of pace well and responds by gently running his tongue across my upper lip before lightly pulling my lower lip between his teeth and gently nibbling it. Fuck, does it feel good. Once Chance slowed down and stopped raging around with his tongue like a bull in a china shop, he actually knows what he’s doing. Together, our lips and tongues mould in unison, coming together to create an electricity that spreads across both of our bodies.

  We spend what seems like a long time on the dance floor, oblivious to time or the world around us, just concentrating on each other. We dance, we kiss, sometimes we just hold each other and sway to the music. But each element plays a role in the bigger picture. Each bit is a stage that must be followed to show Chance that he trusts me and is desperate for me. It is also the perfect foreplay to get me in the mood for the main event and it has worked perfectly. My pussy feels like it is on fire, inflamed and throbbing, desperate to be touched. Now, we can move on with the next stage.

  After another song passes and some more heavy kissing, Chance is sucking on my neck, no doubt trying to leave his mark, but I stop him straight away. Pulling his hair again, rougher than I probably should have done, he’s back to looking at me with his sex-crazed stare. I give him a sexy little smile before I lean in to whisper seductively in his ear.

  “Want to get out of here?” The look on his face is exactly what I was hoping for. His response is instantaneous and within mere seconds, he’s dragging me towards the door. As we walk upto his friends so that Chance can say bye, I hide my face behind his body, trying to just come across as shy. In reality, I don’t want them paying too much attention to who I am or what I look like. He explains to them that he’s leaving and will see them all soon. There's a lot of childish male banter flying around discussing the fact he’s going to get laid. Only one of his friends, the only one of the group not slurring his words, reminds him of his meeting the next day and makes him promise to attend. This guy obviously hasn’t been drinking nearly enough as I had hoped and he’ll remember all of this in the morning at this rate. I make sure to keep myself especially hidden from him. When things start to drag on too much, I blow onto the back of Chance’s neck and grab his arse at the same time. His body shudders from the sensation and he quickly says goodbye to his friends. He releases hold of my hand momentarily while he does the typical manly hug that involves minimal touching and a fist bump to their backs. I roll my eyes at their pathetic attempts at male bonding and mentally shout at Chance to hurry up. The delectable buzz I had built up in my body through our dancing and kissing is starting to fade and I know I need more. We need to get home now.

  Remembering I left my bag over the bar with Lena when we went to dance, I let Chance know I’m going to retrieve it. Lena looks at me with knowing eyes as she hands me the sparkling silver clutch bag. It should bother me that Lena is so aware and has seen so much, but it doesn’t matter because I won’t be back.

  Taking the small, old fashioned mobile phone out of the secret compartment of the clutch bag, I order an Uber using my fake name and phone. I quickly and discreetly take the sim card out of the phone, drop it to the floor before finally stomping on it with my stiletto. I then replace the phone back into the secret compartment and make my way back over to Chance. He has finished saying his goodbyes and the Uber should be with us soon, so I take hold of his hand to lead us out of the club.

  Four

  Piper

  By the time we get outside, the Uber is there waiting. I leave Chance outside the club as I check that we have the right car. He confirms the car is for my alias Mila and I call Chance over to get going. The driver pays little attention to us because as soon as we get in the car, all the pent up sexual energy and electricity that we felt in the club radiates in the small back seat of the Uber. Any thought of safety or putting on our seat belts fly right out of the window when Chance pulls me into his lap. My legs are spread either side of his, the slit in my dress now riding dangerously high to expose the majority of my thigh. Only a couple more inches and it will be very clear I didn’t wear any panties.

  Pulling me impossibly closer, he cups his hands around my arse and wrenches me towards him like he needs every part of our bodies to be connected. That movement pushes my exposed clit straight onto his denim covered dick, which was straining to get free. The friction against my sensitive nub is intoxicating and I cry out, arching my back as I do. My arms are holding onto Chance’s shoulders for support as he continues to grind my clit down against his hard body. Sparks fly around my body, but I know it won’t be enough to get me there, it will never reach the crescendo. Realising that my moans have lessened as my body becomes accustomed to the friction and therefore less sensitive, Chance knows he needs to change tactics. Taking my head into his hands, he pulls me towards him and presses his lips against mine in a bruising assault led by the fiery passion that’s building around us. He licks his tongue across my lower lip, demanding access, but I deny him. Instead, I move my fingers through his hair and push down gently on his cock. A guttural growl erupts from Chance's throat and he removes one of his hands from my arse and fists a handful of my long blonde locks, the sting feels voltaic. The pleasure and pain barrier has always been something that turns me on and the small bite of pain on my scalp, mixed with the massage my clit is getting from the restricted cock is enough to really start pleasuring me. I feel my body starting to heat up and the gentle cramping in my stomach to let me know how lustful I’m becoming. I also feel my pussy starting to get wet and the slight moisture is enough to provide my clit with the lubrication it needs to take the friction to the next level.

  I still hold off from letting Chance have access to my mouth, simply because I need him to know that I am in charge. His frustration at my refusal causes him to groan against my mouth and the vibration is thrilling. We continue to kiss and I’m about to run my tongue along his lips to ask for access which I know for sure he will give, desper
ation is obvious, yet I don’t get the opportunity. Clearly unsated by my actions, Chance gives into his more primal instincts and fists my hair even tighter, twisting my neck to the side so he can get access to my neck. He moves closer and I feel his breath hot against my skin, yet all it does is frustrate me that I can’t move and he isn’t doing what I want him to. I hear him take an inhale of breath as he smells my neck and as he groans, I can't help but smile. This is a primal reaction that has nothing to do with the way I look or the things I say. His compulsion to find out what I smell like is so animalistic, I can’t help but feel heated. It’s basic nature that the male is compelled by the pheromones that are being released from the female's body and the urge to mate worsens. Chance’s alpha instincts take over and he has no patience with me holding back from him. He knows what he wants and he plans on taking it.

  “Fuck, stop denying me access, baby. Let me taste you,” he whines into my ear. What Chance has failed to realise is that he may have gone all dominant alpha on me and thinks that he is in charge, but he could not be more wrong. I am allowing him to do what I want him to, and I’m holding him back when I want to. He is my puppet on a string, yet he has no idea.

  “Make me,” I challenge and he growls in my ear. I let out a tiny chuckle that has him fisting my hair even tighter. Everytime he does that, I feel a gush down in my core, getting me nice and prepared for the main event. Before I realise what’s happening, I feel a sharp pain on my neck, followed by the most intensely erotic pulsating and I realise Chance has bitten down on my neck and is now suckling on the area. The pleasure and pain barrier is immense as he alternates between nibbling and licking the tender flesh. My core begins to tighten and I feel my nipples start to harden. Chance has actually managed to push me over into the pleasure zone where, with the right kind of contact, I might be able to orgasm, but that thought is startling and it pulls me out of the moment. I don’t want to give him that power. Luckily, before I have a chance to say anything, our actions are interrupted by a very loud and obviously fake cough coming from the driver of the car. Turning around in Chance’s lap, I realise that we have given him quite a show. The fire in his eyes is visible even from here and the red that has flooded his pale cheeks tells me he definitely enjoyed what he saw.

  Noticing the car has come to a stop means we are at my home. I move to get off Chance’s legs to give him the freedom to swing his legs and exit the car. But, instead of sliding to the other side to climb out that way, I move towards the driver. This is a deliberate maneuver on my part to prevent the driver from seeing anything about Chance. If the way his eyes were roaming my body earlier was any indication, then he isn’t even aware of another person in the car, he just wants me. That's exactly what I want to happen. The less he knows about Chance the better.

  We both manage to exit the car with a lot of shuffling. As I'm leaving, I thank the driver and flash him a nice view of my chest, ensuring he can see the nipples straining to break through the fabric. This will hopefully distract him enough from remembering any specific details about me. I give a girly little giggle as I say goodbye, closing the door with a slam. It takes a while for him to drive off, but I ignore him completely, I’m excited to start the next stage of the game.

  Taking hold of Chance's hand, I lead him into my house. I can see him looking around and taking it in. We are on the outskirts of town and I live practically in the middle of nowhere. The nearest neighbour is around a mile away, just how I like it. The house is a beautiful farm house complete with thatched roof and a homely wooden feel. It’s all a part of the act. Piper, the well respected clinical psychologist loves all things cute and homely. It’s always been her desire to own a little thatched cottage and so she does. She sees patients in a little annex at the side of the house and portrays that happy, decent, upstanding member of the community in general. Truth is, when I was a child, I used to draw a house like this, I used to dream of living in a beautiful thatched cottage. I imagined having a family around me who loved me and treated me like a princess. That never happened with my shitty excuse for parents, so I created my own fantasy.

  I pull Chance through the entrance hall and into the bright and spacious open plan living room. He doesn’t take in any of the house itself, his gaze is focused solely on me. He tries to pull me closer, but I keep pushing him further away. Now we’re playing my game, not his. I push him onto the plush silver sofa and he’s unsteady enough on his feet that his fall is easy. He shuffles back to allow room for me to climb on top of him, but I have other plans.

  “Let me get you a drink before we take this upstairs,” I tell him, leaving no room for argument. “Do a shot with me.” I don’t ask and he doesn’t seem to care. He watches me as I walk over to the makeshift bar area to begin making the drinks. I shimmy my arse a little, knowing his gaze is following me and I hear an appreciatory groan, which makes me smile. Men are so easy to please. I pour the drinks, but as I’m getting ready to add my extra special ingredients I hear the unmistakable sound of Chance getting up off the sofa.

  “What the fuck is that?” he shouts and I turn around, instantly wondering what he could have discovered that caused so much venom to be laced in his words. He’s standing in front of Reggie’s cage and I internally rage. He shouldn’t be in the living room. It’s not part of the plan. Now I have to calm this idiot down.

  “Oh, that’s Reggie. He’s my pet rat,” I say casually and his eyes bulge out of his sockets. It’s not that uncommon, people do have pet rats. Just not usually girls that look like me.

  “Why the fuck do you have a pet rat, babe? And does he always look like he’s trying to eat his way out of the cage? He looks rabid,” Chance actually backs away from the cage as Reggie starts gnawing further on the metal grates of his habitat. He is very hungry, which is why he is sharpening his teeth. Rats are smarter than people give them credit for, so when I told him earlier that I would feed him when I got home, he remembers. Chance is looking at me now like I have a second head and this is not how I need things to go. We have to get back to him being infatuated with me.

  “Look, just between us, I did a placement for a course I was doing in a laboratory and they were testing on animals. I hated it and so I liberated Reggie here. The people at the labs think he escaped, if they found out I took him I would be in a lot of trouble. He isn’t rabid, it's just all the shit they were testing on him. Please, don’t tell anyone. I just wanted to save him,” I whimper dramatically, trying to make my eyes fill with tears at the same time. I can almost feel Reggie rolling his eyes at my amateur dramatics performance. All completely fabricated bullshit, but I’m telling Chance what he needs to hear.

  “Of course, I won't say anything, babe. You have such a kind heart. The little guy almost seems cute now that I know his past,” Chance replies, clearly not wanting to lose out on a chance to get his dick wet because he can’t even look at Reggie and he’s subtly edging away from the cage. He’s obviously as big a liar as me. I walk over to the bar to finish getting the drinks and I shout and tell Chance to make himself comfortable.

  Chance is relaxing on the sofa with one arm over the back and his legs spread wide like he owns the fucking place and my patience is running thin. I hand him the shot glass filled with tequila and a bit of added extra to help him enjoy the night a bit more. I walk back over to collect mine, this way makes sure there’s no room for error. I don’t want to risk drinking the wrong drink. I return to the couch but I don’t sit down, instead I stand seductively and casually pull the slit of my dress higher up, exposing more leg.

  “Cheers,” I toast raising my hand in the air. He does the same and then together we both swallow the liquids. The delicious burn slides all the way down my throat and heats up my insides. It set my nerve endings on edge because my body knows from experience that the shot of tequila is always the start of the game.

  I take the glass from Chance and walk it through into the kitchen, he tries to protest but I squash his complaints telling him to be patient.
Good things come to those who wait, as they say. Placing them next to the sink, I slowly saunter back into the living room and am pleased by what I see. Chance’s head is lolling all over the place as though he’s struggling to hold it up properly and his eyes are rapidly blinking. He’s shaking his arms about, or at least, trying to. All telltale responses. He’s trying to keep himself awake, but it’s a futile task. He looks up at me and I see the moment that it registers because his face drains of all colour. He tries to focus his eyes on me but has to keep scrunching them up as though to keep them awake.

  “You. Why?... drugged… me.” His speech is mumbled and almost incoherent, I can’t help but smile. I love when they realise the truth because that’s when, just for a fraction of a second, I see the first real hint of fear. That shit’s like a drug to me and I can’t wait to see more.

  Chance seems to finally grasp the fact he’s fighting a losing battle to keep awake and then panic takes over. He tries to pull himself upright and starts trying to move his limbs, but it’s pointless and less than a few seconds later, he is out for the count. Now the fun can really start.

  Five

  Piper

  It takes Chance about half an hour to finally wake back up. I didn’t use a great deal of sedative on him. Ketamine is relatively fast acting and short lasting enough that we can start the evening before too long. I’m sitting next to him, eagerly waiting for him to wake up, watching for the usual signs. At first, it’s just the odd twitches from his fingers or his eyes starting to roll in his head. Subtle signs that his body is trying to override the chemical and I know it won’t be long.