Chapter 4

Quiet filled my ears. Until It was replaced by a slow chuckle. "Come," he called to me. "Let's have a drink before we get into any...festivities."

Climbing up to my feet, I smoothed my ensemble as best as I could, then walked over to the large sofa, my cheeks flaming.

He poured a drink into two wine cups, handing one over to me. "Take this," he ordered, "It'll help you relax."

As if I was strung up in the first place! I wanted to say, but instead took the glass from his large hands. Taking a sip out of it, I relished the sweet, salty flavours that ravaged my taste buds, watching him covertly. His inky black hair fell an each over intense grey eyes.

"What is your name?" he asked.

Remembering he was Madame Pri-ck's son, I lied past a tight throat, "I... My name's Claudia."

He looked at me over the rims of his glass, his eyes told me he didn't believe me one bit but decided not to push for the truth. "So, Claudia, where are you from?"

"Arizona." Connecticut. Took I and my family close to four gruesome days to arrive Arizona, travelling under the radar of the system and whoever it was that... that did that to my dad.

"How long have you been working here?" he asked

"Er, for about a month now," I lied through my teeth, downing half a glass of the stuff.

"How come I've never seen you before?"

Which meant he's been here a good number of times. I shrugged, the wine losing up my tongue. "Maybe I didn't want to be found."

"Why?"

I paused. "Why what?"

"I'm a 'potential customer' here, one of the big catches, isn't it your job to always look for similar clients?"

"Maybe I have a reason why I don't."

He sipped from his drink, his tongue coming out to lick a droplet from the side of his full lips. I felt myself grow hot allover.

"And what reason might that be?" Had his voice sounded husky?

"Maybe it's because I think your kind are 'potential a*sholes'," I quipped.

He chuckled, a deep, rumbly sound. That went straight down to my core. I involuntarily shifted in my seat, clenching my thighs together.

"Get up," he suddenly ordered, his voice strained. I felt a dark change come over the atmosphere.

Dropping my empty glass on the table, I stood before him on wobbly feet. His suit jacket had been discarded, leaving him in a white button down that was rolled up his ripped arms. Dark hair on the broad expanse of his tan chest peeked out from the undone buttons of his shirt. Black tattoo ink creeped around his neck sinfully.

"Strip." His voice was relaxed.

Swallowing, I tried to focus my attention on the music.

Gradually, I calmed. I was going to give him the best night of his life. I could do this. I'd even started to feel a hot thrill at the prospect of having sex with this handsome stranger.

Slowly, I untied the strings holding up the thin material, sliding it down my body while gyrating my hips.

His strong jaw clenched when the material pooled at my feet, leaving me bare chested. Taking little steps, I sashayed over to him. My eyes widened a tad at the huge erection straining against the fly of his slacks. He didn't look the least bit bothered about it.

Slowly lowering myself into his large warmth, I straddled his hips, my knees on either side of him.

As I lowered myself on his bulge, he stared at me impersonally, aloof. I didn't have time to be irritated at his lack of reaction because I'd just impaled myself on the thick ridge of his cock. Pleasure shot through me, making my thong dampen. My n*pples hardened right in front of his eyes.

Breaths shallowing, my t*ts got abraded by the material of his shirt as I leaned in closer to him.

"Well," he bit out when I paused to savour the feeling. "What are you waiting for? Ride me."

Although he didn't need to tell me twice, I glared at him, rocking my hips on his length. I sucked in a sharp breath, a long, throaty moan soon escaped me, my hands gripping his broad shoulders tightly.

His voice was like a whip. "Hands at your back."

I ignored him, rubbing my slick core over him once. My back arched, white-hot pleasure heating up my insides. My head fell back as my clit started to throb.

"Is this how you're going to give me the best moment of my life?" He mimicked my words in that cold, mocking tone of his. "By disobeying my orders?"

"I didn't," I gasped out, pressing my damp core against his dick hard and rotating, "disobey you."

His face tense with desire from watching me ride him, he said tightly, "I told you to put your hands at your back."

Increasing my pace until I was mindlessly writhing on him, I panted, "I think if you shut up you'd enjoy this as much as I do now."

A deep, strained laugh filled my ears. "She even orders me to shut up," he grated. "Rest assured, Amore," he grunted, "you'll be severely punished for that."

I rubbed my swollen clit over him, his voice getting lost in the sound of blood rushing through my ears.

Raising my hips off of him, I slammed down hard on his bulge. He grunted. His hands instantly went to my ass cheeks, roughly palming them. Then he shoved hard against my pulsating core. "Urg!" A throaty moan escaped me. "Again! Do that again!'

He surged forward between my legs, deep groans sounding from his chest.

Our ragged breaths and moans filling the room, I dragged my face away from the crook of his neck where I'd buried it, looking at his full lips. Without a thought, I crashed my lips to his. He tasted of the wine we just drank.

A pause. Then a low growl sounded from him and he soon dominated the kiss.

He bucked against my soaked thong wildly and repeatedly until we were practically f*cking with only a barrier of clothing between us.

Fisting his hands in my hair roughly to angle my head to the side, he kissed me hard, whispering harshly, "What are you doing to me?" I could ask him the same thing.

Feeling an orgasm building up, I rode his swelling cock mindlessly until I felt something in me explode. My back arched deeply as I screamed, bursts of pleasure dotting my vision, my core contracting impulsively on his straining member.

Still grinding against him mindlessly, I kissed him again, groaning into his mouth until the wave of pleasure had passed over and I came down from my high. Falling on him limply.

His hot breath fanned my ear as he said, "Now for your punishment."