Caro nods. “Thanks,” she says. She leans in and gives me a tipsy kiss on the cheek. “You’re the best,” she adds. “I really mean it, Lyss. Have fun, okay? Don’t just stand there.”
I roll my eyes. What does she think I’m going to do, I wonder, shifting my weight from one high-heeled foot to the other. My “costume” may look surprisingly good for being so improvised, but I’m already regretting the decision to wear heels. I’ll just stay for a little while and see if they hit it off. If they do, I’ll just head out and go home. Maybe I can get some work done, order in some food or something, I think. The glass in my hand is empty and I have the strangest urge to get another drink.
They’re free, after all. Why not?
Pushing my way through the crowd as gently as I can, I make my way to the bar and wait another few minutes for another drink. The bartender grins at me and mimes wiping sweat from her brow, and I anxiously smile back as she hands me another strong cocktail and a shot. I throw the shot back, chase with the cocktail, and the room around me begins to spin. I have to stumble away from the bar just as someone collides with me from behind, sending me flying forward. My body falls terrifying feet through the air until I hit something solid. Immediately, my knees buckle and I almost crash to my feet, but a strong hand lands on my shoulder and I look up, only to lock eyes with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.
He’s tall and brawny and blonde, with a chiseled jaw and a glimmer of something dark and sexy in his blue eyes.
My heart thuds in my chest and I know I shouldn’t be staring like this – I should be taking my drink and leaving, instead of letting my eyes roam over the gorgeous stranger’s body. There’s something in his eyes that I’ve never seen before, that I didn’t even think was possible when it came to men.
He wants me.
He wants me, bad.
I swallow hard as he steps closer. I keep waiting for him to introduce himself, to give me his name, but instead he merely extends his hand.
After a second, I take it. There’s an instant physical spark between us as he pulls me closer and crushes me body to his muscular frame. I’ve never felt as tiny and petite as I do in his arms. When my head tilts back, his lips are there and we kiss hotly as my heart pounds to the rhythm of the loud bass music. Inside my body, everything is on fire. My nerves are twitching and my stomach is flipping and my pussy is throbbing and instantly wet, like this guy is some kind of sex god sent from above to torture and tease me.
The kiss breaks and I moan impatiently, wanting more. Already, I’ve forgotten where we are: in the middle of a crowded Vegas ballroom, making out like it’s our honeymoon.
He still doesn’t speak, and he’s still holding my hand. My heart is beating like a drum inside my chest and my mouth is dry and my lips are tingling from the magical kiss. The man leads me out of the ballroom and I’m weak in the knees as I follow him – I have no choice. It’s like he’s cast a powerful spell over me, and I’m his, and I belong to him. All thoughts of work and Caro and my sore feet are forgotten as I follow the man out of the room and down a hallway. It’s dark and the bass rhythm is shaking the walls and I can barely see – the only thing I can make out is his powerful frame.
Who is he, I wonder as he tightens his grip on my hand and pulls me into a dark room, shutting the door behind us. The smell in the air is musty and I blink as my eyes adjust to the semi-darkness.
“Where are we?” I ask softly.
The man puts a finger to my lips. When he finally speaks, it’s not to introduce himself. His voice is deep and gravelly and sends a shiver running down my spine.
“Red to stop,” he growls, leaning close and brushing my lips with his. “Yellow to slow down.”
It takes me a moment to understand what he’s saying, and I open my mouth but he puts a hand over my lips.
“Obey me,” he says in that same deep growl. “Do you understand?”
I nod.
The man takes his hand away from my mouth and leans tantalizingly close. He kisses me and I stay frozen to the spot as his tongue explores my mouth in a delicious, erotic way that makes my clit start to throb inside of my panties. Already, I’m soaking wet just from the kiss and soon, the man is pawing all over my body. He’s running his hands roughly over my breasts, cupping them and finding my stiff nipples through the flimsy fabric of my dress. He pinches and rolls them, causing a delicious mix of pleasure and pain to skyrocket through my body with every second of his touch. I want more and I moan into his mouth. Abruptly, he pulls his hands away.
“Don’t make a sound,” he growls. “Not until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
I swallow hard and lick my lips. “Yes, sir,” I whisper. The word comes out automatically, as if I’ve been obeying him for my entire life, and my body tingles with delight as he puts his hands back to my breasts and massages them. It feels so good that I want to cry out but I clamp my lips together to avoid making a sound above a whisper. Keeping silent somehow only intensifies the erotic pleasure rushing through me. His hands tug my dress from my shoulders and pull it down, baring my breasts to the dim closet. When I feel the touch of his warm hands against my bare skin, I can’t help but gasp.
As quick as a wink, he takes his hands from my tits and I feel one of his palms cracking me softly against the ass.
“What did I say about making a sound?”
I swallow and open my mouth, panting hard. I can’t believe that he spanked me – and I can’t believe how much I liked it. I almost want to cry out again to feel his hand on my ass, to feel the delicious pressure, the pain mingling with the intense pleasure flowing through every nerve ending in my body.
I have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into, but I fucking love it.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I say softly.
He rewards me with a kiss, leaning down and cupping my chin with one hand to tilt my face up to meet his. I moan softly into his mouth and he pulls me close to his body until I can feel his massive, throbbing cock through his pants. God, his whole body is muscle – there doesn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on him but I have to restrain myself from pawing at him the same way he was touching me because I don’t want him to stop. My stiff nipples are rubbing against the front of his shirt and it’s making them sore and swollen and even more sensitive – I feel almost like I could come just from being touched like this.
The man pulls my dress down my hips and yanks it down my legs until the material is pooled around my ankles. He slides a hand down my belly and cups my pussy through my wet panties, rubbing my pussy lips with his fingers before gently spanking me and causing me to cry out. It feels so good that I buck my hips and thrust my body towards his, arching my back.
“Good girl,” he says in a low drawl. “Spread your legs for me.”
It’s difficult in heels and with my dress binding my ankles, but I do it. My pussy lips spread open and the soaking crotch of my panties hits my clit, causing me to shiver with pleasure. He puts his hand between my legs and rubs me, sliding a finger inside of my cunt, teasing me, flicking it against my G-spot, before pulling his hand away and pushing his fingers into my mouth.
“Clean my hand, dirty girl,” he growls. I eagerly lick and suck my juices from his hand, tasting myself, smelling the smell of my pussy, until his whole hand is soaking wet. He takes it out of my mouth and rewards me with a kiss. The fact that he’s still fully clothed and I’m naked save for panties is even more of a turn-on: it makes me feel like he has total control of me.
“Down on your knees,” he growls.
Instantly, I drop to my knees, using my dress as padding. I hear him fumbling with his belt and unzipping his trousers. They drop to his ankles and his cock bobs free – he wasn’t wearing any boxers or anything beneath. It’s beautiful – pale in the dark room and hard and stiff. He smells clean and musky at once, and I inhale the fragrance of his cock and lick my lips, preparing to take it in my mouth. He wraps a hand around the base and moves closer, teasing my closed mouth with the
bulbous head of his dick.
“Do you want to suck my cock?”
“Yes, sir,” I moan softly, opening my mouth just as he moves forward. I take the head of his dick into my mouth, licking the underside and making him growl with pleasure. He tangles his hand in my messy hair, shoving his cock into my mouth and groaning again as I flick my tongue over the shaft again and again. Bracing myself with one hand against his hip, I wrap my free hand around his cock and pump up and down as I bob my head back and forth over his massive girth. My jaw already feels stretched but I want to please him – I need to please him! – and I suck and lick and moan on his member until he’s thrusting into my mouth and grunting with every movement. I move my hand to his balls, cupping and massaging them, and he goes wild: bucking his hips and thrusting faster into my mouth. He tastes so amazing that I never want to stop sucking him. Pre-cum dribbles out of the head and into my mouth and I eagerly lap it up. Just as I feel that I’m getting into the perfect rhythm of sucking him, he pulls away and I gasp softly.
“Stand up.”
I do.
“Turn around,” he growls, leaning close and brushing my earlobe with his lips. A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine as I slowly turn around. He puts his hands on my hips and slides them down, cupping my ass firmly and then spanking me. It feels so good that I bite the inside of my mouth to keep silent and I wriggle closer to him, wanting more of that delicious, stinging sensation through my body. He complies, spanking me harder and I gasp softly, stumbling forward and bracing myself with the palms of my hands planted against the wall.
“You’re such a good girl,” he purrs, running his hand between the cheeks of my ass until he’s touching the wet lips of my pussy. It feels insanely good and I squirm and thrust my ass backwards, wanting more, wanting his fingers inside of me. He moves closer and puts his hands on my hips. I feel the hard tip of his cock teasing the entrance to my pussy and I bite my lip to keep from moaning as he moves closer and closer.
“You want me to fuck you?” He growls in my ear, leaning close and nipping at my earlobe. I squirm and rub my ass against his cock, hoping he’ll get the message. When I realize that he wants me to say it out loud, my cheeks flush bright red.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper throatily.
“Yes sir, what?”
“Yes, sir, I want you to fuck me,” I moan softly. He spanks me one more time, and the sound of his hand stinging my ass cheek echoes through the air. I shiver and whimper and all at once, he plunges his cock deep inside of my waiting cunt. His manhood fills me completely, making me cry out with intense pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt in my pussy.
“You feel so fucking good, little girl,” he growls as he begins to fuck me, pumping in and out of me. His balls slap against my clit with every thrust and it feels so good that I’m crying out and groaning, all thoughts of being obedient and silent completely vanished from my mind. We move faster and faster, bucking and thrusting as he humps me hard from behind, filling me completely with his perfect dick. Sweat runs down my body and I clench my hands into fists as he reaches around my body and begins rubbing my clit with one hand. The touch of his fingers against my most sensitive part make me gasp and moan loudly until I’m writhing and arching my back and leaning into it, wanting more, more!
“Mmmn,” I moan, clenching my jaw and tossing my head back. My sweaty hair falls out of the messy updo and he tangles his loose hand in it, tightly gripping my head as he fucks me harder and harder. He takes his hand from my clit and spanks me in time to the rhythm of his thrusts – the sensation sends shock waves of pleasure through my body and my clit trembles and shakes. It feels so good that I know I’m about to come.
As if reading my mind, he barks in my ear: “I want you to come for me, baby. Come hard,” he groans, biting my neck and burying his face in my shoulder.
Instantly, I obey. The feel of being stuffed with his cock and spanked and bitten and fucked so hard overwhelms me and a tremendous orgasm breaks over my body. Intense waves of pleasure crash over my head and grip my pussy and clit and even my asshole clenches tightly with each new wave. Electric fire of pleasure and lust races through my body and I groan as I shove my ass harder against his cock, feeling him fill me as my pussy clenches him tightly.
“I’m going to come now,” he growls. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, do you want that?”
“Yes, sir,” I pant in a breathy voice.
The man bucks and thrusts almost painfully hard, filling my sore pussy deeper than ever before. I feel his cock twitch inside of me and I groan, clutching at the wall as he digs his fingers into the cheeks of my ass.
“Fuck,” he pants, grunting and thrusting again, then freezing in place and groaning loudly. His sweaty body collides with mine and I relish every inch of our skin that touches.
We stay like that, locked together, for a moment before he pulls out, still panting. I wait – is he finally going to introduce himself? Is he going to ask my name? Ask if he can take me for a drink, or dinner?
But he doesn’t. He dresses in silence, straightening his shirt and pulling up his pants. We’re both still breathing hard and I finally lean down and pull my panties up over my sore, soaking wet pussy. My body is still tingling with the residual pleasure of coming so hard, and my hands are trembling as I pull up my dress and stretch it over my body. The aching pain in my feet comes rushing back to me along with a new sensation – a straining in my thighs that must have come from being fucked so hard while standing up. And stranger still – despite the booze I drank before following him to this closet, I’m completely sober. If anything, I feel more clear and aware of my surroundings than I have in months.
“That was amazing,” I say softly.
The man doesn’t reply, and I start to wonder if I’ve imagined, or dreamt, the entire thing.
“What’s your name?”
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he brushes past me, opens the door of the closet, and strides away.
Chapter 4
Logan
That night, after fucking the beautiful stranger, I sleep better than I have in months.
No.
In years.
Finally, the perfect fuck – the type of lay I’ve been searching for my entire life. She was amazing: we barely spoke, but our bodies communicated volumes to each other. She followed every command, leaning into my body like she’d known me for years. It was so hot, so exotic.
So satisfying.
I feel so sated – is this why everyone loves Vegas so much? Because it’s an adult playground, where all of our fantasies come true?
I don’t know.
The only thing I know is that I can’t get her out of my head. When I wake up in the morning, she’s the first thing on my mind. I want to find her, and I curse myself for not asking her name. No, I had to play it cool, like an idiot.
I need to find her.
This city is huge ... but if fate is on my side, I’m sure I can do it.
“Logan,” Peter says, rapping me gently on the shoulder. “Get your head in the game, sweetheart. We have a photo call this afternoon and you’re meeting some girls from the last season of The Bachelor for drinks.” He smiles at me expectantly. “They’re going to give you some pointers, doesn’t that sound fun?”
I blink at him. “What?”
“You heard me,” Peter says pleasantly. We’re sitting in my hotel suite – he’s lounging on the bed and I’m standing and staring out the window, down at the Strip, and wondering about my mystery fuck from last night.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” I mutter.
“So, how did last night go? Did you meet some special women?”
One special woman, I think. More like one special submissive.
“It was fine,” I lie. I used to tell Peter everything, but I’ve begun to realize that now, I need to start being a lot more guarded.
Peter raises an eyebrow at me.
Maybe I’m not as convincing of a liar as I think I am.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Nothing. It was just good to unwind and you know, not get recognized and asked for an autograph every five fucking seconds.”
“Language,” Peter says, and for a moment I want to punch him. “America’s favorite man doesn’t curse. He’s not rude,” he adds. “He’s always kind. And if he does curse, which he really shouldn’t do, it should only be about the size of the fish he’s just reeled in, or the deer he’s just shot. You never curse in front of a woman,” he says, narrowing his eyes at me. “Logan, if you want to succeed, you’re really going to have to try harder.”
I exhale sharply. “I had a nice night,” I say, trying to keep the sarcasm from my voice. “That enough for you?”
Peter looks like he’s about to argue, but he finally nods. “Sure,” he says. “That’s good enough, for now. We’ll have some time to work on polishing those manners of yours before you ship out to The Bachelor mansion.”
The only place I feel like going is to that woman again. God, why the fuck didn’t I get her number? It’s a hard thing to explain, but after good sex, my mind always feels so calm and clear that I think about nothing, much less the important things.
Like her name.
I’ve always been like that, ever since I first discovered that I enjoy dominating. It’s perhaps not the best trait – it makes me seem aloof, when I’m really just in my happy place.
But it’s never been a problem.
Well, until now, at least.
“I’m going for a walk,” I tell Peter. “When is the photo call?”
Peter looks noticeably brighter that I’ve remembered my obligations later in the day, and he tells me to be back in a few hours. I figure the Strip isn’t that long – I should be able to find her soon. Based on those fuck-me doe eyes and her killer body, I figure that she has to be a showgirl, or at the very least a casino waitress. I go to the hotel ATM and pull out a few thousand in cash, prepared to butter up anyone necessary , and head to the first casino.
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