by A. E. D
I nod to Jerome, the near seven-foot bouncer at the front door.
“Lake.” He nods back. The only person besides Keenan that knows my name. He helped me out a few years back when a group of men thought they could have some fun with me. They see a short little woman that looks easily overpowered and think they can have me since it looks like I wouldn’t put up a lot of fight. Little did they know, the ex-military bouncer was trailing right behind them the whole time. Let’s just say these men never made it home that night or any other night.
Making my way through the entrance, obsidian glass tiles line the floor and walls, giving off a sort of optical illusion effect. A thick blood red curtain hangs at the end of the mid length hallway covering the entrance. The music gets louder with each step I take. I feel the beat deep in my chest as I pull the curtain aside and step through. The deep beating bass has my heart thumping, making my blood pump through my veins faster, gearing me up for the hunt.
I look around at the three story club. The first level, where I’m standing, is crowded with sweaty drunken bodies dancing along to the music. At the far end of the dance floor opposite the entrance I’m currently standing in, is the bar. Crowded with people like a mosh pit at a concert, the four bar tenders rush to fill one order after another. Black glossed stairs line to the left and right of me, leading upstairs to the open booth section of the second level. The glass railing that circles from the left staircase, connecting to the right staircase, has men scattered all along the sides. Some have woman hanging off their arms or draped flirtatiously while others search the crowd for their own arm candy.
I turn to the right staircase and proceed to climb each step with a sway of my hips. I don’t need to turn around to know that people are looking. The men standing around the second level have already zeroed in on me. The bouncer at the set of stairs on the second level nods in my direction and unhooks the red rope blocking off the entrance to the third level, the V.I.P section, my section. With private booths lining the walls and a relatively empty bar at the back of this level, I walk over to the identical glass railing that’s on the second level and look down. The music isn’t as loud up here as what it is on the ground level, but it’s still enough to make my heart thump. The monster in me begs to be let out as I scan the sea of people for tonight's prey. I can already feel the one emotion brewing that I don’t mind feeling.
Desire.
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I don’t have to wait long until I find what I’m looking for. A group of four girls and two guys walk through the club entrance. The three girls and two guys look like regular club goers but the fourth girl had my demon clawing its way out of its cage. There stood what seemed to be an angel. The innocent vibe she threw off was enough for me clench my teeth in anger. She’s the one, my demons seethe. The one that will give me what I never had. The darkness in me spreads through my veins like wildfire as my heart pumps faster. As my eyes follow her every move, it's as if sensing me. Her head tilts up and our eyes connect. The music drowns out as I start to get tunnel vision, only having eyes for her. She pushes her wavy honey blonde hair behind her ear as she bites her lip. I don’t think she realized what she did until her mouth popped open and a harsh blush spread across her face. She instantly looked away and whispered something to her friends. They each all looked up at the same time, but one stood out the most. The buff looking guy that stood next to her. I remember him. Another one of my very willing victims. Can’t remember his name though, I never do. I take what I want from them and send them on their way. I can see the desire spread through his eyes as recognition sets in. Such a shame for him that I’m in the mood for something else tonight. Something sweet. Something innocent, pure. A sick wave of pleasure runs through me, thinking about corrupting the sweet little angel that stands beside him. That’s part of tonight’s thrill, to ruin her innocence. A waiter comes over with my regular order. A double shot of whiskey on the rocks. Just enough to give me the buzz I need. Like a lioness, I lay and wait for the prime time to attack.
For one as innocent as her, I need to wait until the time is right.
Chapter Five
The more I watched the unnamed girl, the more my desire turned deadly. I envied her.
I hated her.
The way she carries herself and the carefree look she had on her face as she danced freely, irritated me. Why did she get the chance to be free while I was trapped inside of a vortex of violence and darkness my whole life. This girl has never known pain, heartache, what it’s like to not know if you would live long enough to see the next day.
My hatred for her got to a point where I needed to distract myself from killing her. I wanted to fuck her not kill her, so I did the next best thing. I signaled the bouncer to escort a fairly good looking business man that had been eye fucking me from the other side of the second level the whole night.
The bouncer was only too happy to go down and get him, seeing as he was about to receive a free show. Even though the man who owns this club isn’t a part of the criminal underworld, it doesn’t mean he isn’t shady. For a certain price he allows me to do whatever I want in his club without repercussions, that includes fucking whoever I want, wherever I want. But I’m sure he’s already been called here to witness the show from his boxy little office out back. I noticed he started staying in his office more when I was here and it wasn’t hard to figure out that he wanted to watch me fuck. But I don’t care for he is the ant and I am the boot that can crush him at any moment.
I watched as the bouncer approached, looking too eager for my liking but I needed a distraction and quick. This guy seems like he could give it to me so why not. As the bouncer spoke, the man's eyes flicked to mine and watched as the bouncer finished speaking. With a slight smirk on his stoic face, he follows the bouncer. While I wait for him to make his way across, I head to the bar, too impatient to wait for the waiter to come.
“The usual?” The young bartender asked. His eyes too seemed eager for what was about to happen. But then again, it’s not every day you see something like this happen in a high end club.
I nod, waiting for my whiskey on the rocks and feeling my heart still beat with the intent of killing. Deep breaths do fuck all to calm my demon down so I skull the whiskey as quickly as I could before turning around, seeing the man already seated at my private booth.
“Lights.” I say over my shoulder to the bartender. Seconds later the lights above my booth are dimmed low enough so people who aren’t within ten feet of my booth won’t be able to see. The sharp business man looks up curiously at the low lights above his head before his dark eyes drop back to me. I look down at the girl one last time, strengthening my resolve to fuck this man. My life consists of two things; work and Keenan. I don’t have time for relationships and I don’t have the ability to love anyone else. So it’s not like there’s someone waiting at home for me at the end of the night. If I need to get with anything that moves to take my mind off from killing the sickly-sweet innocent girl down there on the dance floor then that’s what I’ll do.
The man sits with his head held high like he’s the owner of the club. The air about him reeks of arrogance and a bit of dominance, but that won’t matter once he realizes who’s the real boss tonight. His crisp dark navy-blue suit fits his body perfectly. I can see the built body underneath the white dress shirt that’s still neatly tucked in. With one button undone I noticed he’s placed his suit jacket neatly folded over the back of the booth chair. His chocolate brown hair is slicked back, not overly doused in gel or whatever the hell he’s used. Finally getting a closer look, his face is bare of facial hair and his deep forest green eyes feel like he’s trying to penetrate my steal armor. Too bad for him he’ll never break through. As if it would be that easy. I may seem easy right now but that’s because I’ve allowed it, not the other way around. He thinks he’s caught me but he couldn’t be more wrong.
“Like what you see?” His deep voice resonates within me, dulling that murderess feeling a bi
t. At least he’ll be good for something.
Grunting in reply, I walk up to him, skirting around the table until I come up to the left side of him. The half circular booth makes it both a little more private but harder to climb straight into his lap. Since he’s sitting more to the left side, that will make it easier to get to where I want from there. He watches me the whole time, unable to look away from my legs as they straddle his. Large hands grab my waist as he pulls me closer towards his chest. I feel his fingertips touch my back as he holds my tiny waist in his hands. I can feel his arousal through his pants as he continues to look over my body. He likes the feeling of being powerful against such a small woman. Like he’s a king and I’m his small obedient slave.
He goes to kiss my neck but my hand shoots up, instantly grabbing his chin and jaw. The move seems to anger him but he doesn’t say anything. Then again, he doesn’t need too. The grip on my waist tightens and his jaw pulses with the pressure he’s applying to it. Even after all these years of being free, my body still remember their hands all over me. It still remembers the burning, searing pain they inflicted on me. I still can’t spend the night with someone without my body going into a panic when they start touching me.
That’s why I need to always be in control because if I’m not, then people die by my hands, even when I don’t want them to be.
Still he doesn’t say a word, just patiently watching me for the next move. Leaning in, I seductively kiss his neck, seemingly calming him down. I don’t do it for his pleasure, I do it to cover my face. I hate that he makes me feel embarrassed and I hate that I can’t seem to let the past go. His hands slide down as he kneads my ass. With a cheek in each hand he applies pressure to his grip, making me moan. I start biting down lightly on his neck, sending him a silent message. Thankfully he gets it and starts to grind me roughly against him. His hands hold me painfully tight as he uses me for his own pleasure. Back and forth he grinds us together before one hand leaves my ass, sliding around my hip towards my center. But again, I stop him. This time he doesn’t stop his anger from showing. I raise an eyebrow at him as I run my hands down his chest, going straight for his belt. Recognition flashes in his eyes as he sits back, holding onto my waist lightly as he watches me reach for his hardened length. He’s not the biggest I’ve ever seen but he’s definitely above average. By the look on his face, he looks like he’s waiting for that big wow moment or the oh my god, will it fit? Pathetic really. There’s nothing that turns me off more than someone who thinks they’re god's gift to women. If that was the case then I’d definitely be Satan’s gift to man. I smirk, liking that description which he confuses for admiration. I could easily tell him I wasn’t smiling at his dick but I can’t be bothered. Those dark thoughts are still at the forefront of my mind and I need to get rid of them.
Once I’ve released him from his pants I stand up, leaning over to grab my black clutch that’s beside him on the couch. Pulling out a little square foil packet, he grabs my hand stopping me from opening it.
“Right here?” He asks slightly worried but more intrigued then anything. Ignoring him, I waste no time in ripping it open and placing it against the tip of his eager member and sliding it down slowly. Pulling my pants down to just under my knee, I climb back onto his lap. Not bothering to check if he’s ready, which he more than is, I push my thong to the side and slide down impatiently onto his member. He groans, grabbing my hips in a tight grip as he stills himself in me.
“Fuck you’re tight and you were already wet for me.” I contain the urge to roll my eyes at his response. I’m not wet for him, I’m aroused at the thought of killing that little doe like girl down on the dance floor. I begin a steady pace, up and down, letting his member stroke my insides in a satisfying stroke. The more I bounce on him, the more I can feel myself forget. Forget about thoughts of killing and forget about the girl. He’s succeeding at his job of making me forget until he opens his mouth.
“That’s it, pet. Ride that cock.” Oh god.
“Stop talking.” He looks shocked at hearing me speak for the first time since I mounted him but he does well to shut up. His hands on my hips help me gain momentum to bounce on his dick faster. I can feel that familiar tingle starts to bloom at my core, making me take him more roughly as I pick up the pace. My nails dig into his shoulders as I grip him for support. Throwing my head back I moan out, letting my orgasm take over my body as he ruts up into me, joining me in my glory. With my head still back, I open my eyes that closed in ecstasy and see all the bartenders and bouncers staring straight at us, or me. Smirking, I watch as they all try to cover their hard-ons by putting their hands in front of their pants. Do they actually think that works? The only guys who are actually covered are the male bartenders but even then they reached down to adjust themselves. The female servers stand near the bar, eyes looking everywhere but me and the guy whose softening dick is still inside of me. Even though they’re not looking, bright red blushes grace each of their faces, obviously they enjoyed the show.
Maybe they learned a thing or two.
Slowly standing up, I fix my thong back in place before pulling my tights back up as he grabs his dick, pulling the filled condom off before looking up at me with more lust in his eyes.
“Thanks.” I thank him and nod to the bouncer. The tall brute of a man walks towards the table as the guy I just fucked looks confused.
“What are you doing?” I can hear confusion but slight irritation in his voice.
“We're done. You’re leaving.” I says blankly. What doesn’t he understand? He shoots up, quickly grabbing my wrist in a painful grip.
“We’re not done until I say we’re done.” His grip tightens to a bruising strength when his anger caps. Clearly the man who’s wearing a Rolex on his wrist thinks he’s made of money, which entitles him to manhandle women.
Not today.
The burly bouncer quickened his pace once he realizes the building confrontation. He grabs ahold of the man’s shoulder and pulls him back with a hard tug. He roughly grabs his upper arm, showing the businessman who the strongest one is.
“Thanks, Rob.” I openly flirt with the bouncer and give a quick flirtatious wink. If we were in a cartoon the business man would have steam coming out of his nostrils from the amount of anger that his face shows. Shyly looking down while a blush spreads across his face, the bouncer drags the business man down the stairs and out the door, effectively barred from the club for the night.
Finally feeling calm from all murderous thoughts, I go back to watching goldilocks. I no longer feel anger as much as I was, but I still feel that hunger I have towards her. The need to have my head between her legs seems to have grown more since the average fuck I just had.
She still looks as though she still has a mountain of energy left to burn on the dance floor, so for now I will watch and wait for the time to strike.
Chapter Six
Two hours later and the time has come. I’ve watched the doe-eyed girl dance sweetly on the dance floor while taking almost every shot that was handed to her. While she did turn down a few, she still had enough in her system to give her a buzz. The more shots she took the more courage she got and the more courage she got, the more she looked at me while dancing. At first when our eyes met, she blushed and looked away. But as time went on, as well as her intake in alcohol, the courage to keep eye contact grew stronger. She’s ready, the demon in me speaks.
I agree.
I make my way to the bouncer and request for her to be brought up. He smiles, clearly enjoying the night I’m having since he gets front row views. But this one is different. I won’t fuck her here; she doesn't seem the type. No matter how willing she might get, something in me doesn’t want to do that to her here. A lot of women are a lot more sensitive when it comes to intimacy in a club setting. Whereas a guy would gladly whip his dick out, a woman on the other hand would be very reserved. Unless she was completely drunk but that’s not my type.
Slowly the minutes tick by and my demo
n becomes restless again. Just as I thought my jaw couldn’t take any more pressure, she appears. Walking up the steps and over to me in her flowing short white sundress. As I walk towards her, I notice the white material looks like it glows against her sun-kissed skin. Her deep brown eyes make her appear like a deer caught in headlights with how big and cartoon like they are. Finally closing the distance between us, I reach up and push a soft golden lock of hair behind her ear, my finger brushes against her cheek as I do so. Her skin is even softer than I imagined it was. The blush across her cheeks redden further, only igniting the fire within me more. My fingers trail down her arm as goosebumps trail behind. Snaking my fingers through hers, I lead her over to my booth. Sitting down on the plush deep blue velvet seats that I just fucked on, I pull her down to sit beside. It looks like this seat is good luck for me tonight.
“Drink?” I ask waving over the waiter. She nods and clasps her hands together restlessly in her lap.
Our drinks come and she downs hers quickly, quenching her nervous throat. The darkness in me relishes in her nervousness. Finishing my whiskey excruciating slow, I finally go in for the kill, metaphorically speaking of course. I place my hand on her thigh and start to rub the area softly. I watch as she bites her lip just as her breathing increases. My head leans down and my lips make contact with her soft skin. The junction between her neck and shoulders creates a shiver the moment my lips touch. Smirking, my hand travels further up her thigh as my lips become possessive. Seeking to take every ounce of innocence she has. Her moans grow louder as my control wears thin. I grab hold of her hips and pull her across my lap to straddle me. I may be small but I train every day to have enough strength to throw a grown man over my shoulder if I need too. She nervously looks around before she looks back at me blushing.
“I..I’ve never done this before.” She whispers sweetly, eyes flicking from the floor and back to me in a nervous flutter.