Chapter one

Katherine pov 

For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

 

And what could be hotter than the way he was rolling his drink within his tattooed fingers. The only thing on my mind right now are sinful pictures of how I wished to be banged by this man. But I can’t, mainly because he’s with someone and because my shift ends in four hours. He would have been gone by then for sure.

 

“Hi, a drink please?” A young voice interrupted my thoughts. I tore my eyes off the man immediately to see a sixteen year old looking kid in front me.

 

“ you shouldn’t be here sweet boy” I said with a smile.

 

“I’m legal” he said almost anxious which made his lie obvious, I see young kids try to get drinks several times so I know how well to handle them.

 

“ID please?” I said and he handed me a fake ID that says he was 20.

 

“Come on boy, I can’t let you, this is fake” I said pointing towards exit.

 

“Leave and your parents won’t hear about this” i said. And that did the job, he snatched away the fake ID from me and walked away angrily.

 

I noticed the tattooed man staring at me now while sipping his drink slowly, fuck! He’s so hot. He looked so manly in a suit which suggests that he is either a businessman or a body guard to some rich men. But on a second thought, body guards don’t wear such expensive accessories all over him. I can recognize his ring form here.

 

His eyes was still on me when I blinked out of my daze of shamelessly checking him out. I’ve never wish the club manager gave me a waitress job instead of pouring drink here all night as much as I do now. I could have walked up to him for his number or something. A waiter came to get an order and when I was done there was no sight of the tattooed man and the guy he was sitting with. With him gone, I tried to ignore the erotic scenes in my head to no avail.

 

I’d normally go home to a sickly sex with Andrew then finish off with my little vibrator I got months back. Andrew is my ex, a goody too shoes that believes a woman should be fucked as gentle as possible, his only idea of a kinky hard fuck is him rubbing my clit hard and groaning louder than I am. Sucks right? Yes that’s been me for the past seventeen months. I met Andrew a month after my graduation, I was literally a mess at the time, a homeless girl struggling with student loans and my only brother’s heath bills was the definition of me when Andrew came into my life like an Angel and gave me a little stability, he was my saving Grace no doubt but he wanted a relationship, although his love for me was obvious, I had no iota of a romantic affection towards. Out of guilt I accepted to be his girlfriend, my lack of romantic feelings for him wasn’t the only issue in the relationship though , our sexual life was glaringly apart. He’s too nice of a guy, the perfect gentleman some ladies wished for but not just me. He’s overly gentle and treats me like a fragile glass on bed, his entire sex style was to carefully lay on top of me and fuck as slow as possible then come undone in three to five minutes. I never cheated on him or tell the truth of how I really felt to avoid hurting him and that went on for almost two years now until I decided to tell him the truth of how I felt.

 

Surprisingly, Andrew didn’t take it as calm as I had expected, he begged me to stay at first but then became aggressive and almost hit me. Of course I sent him out of my house and asked him never to come back, I never knew that side of him existed, he was always so nice and it saddens me to cause him so much pain.

 

My shift finally ended around 10pm, I changed to my skimpy skirt and a leather jacket and headed home meanwhile still feeling the iche that tattooed man from earlier left in my pant, I guess i will just have to use my vibrator and the images of his tattooed arm right up my throat and hitting my back against the wall while……

 

“Oh hi adult” a familiar voice interrupted my dirty thoughts

 

I looked forward and saw about four teenagers that looked nothing higher 17 years of age. I recognized one of them to be the kid with a fake ID earlier. So why are they here? I wondered

 

“Not having much to say now is it?” One of them asked approaching me

 

What the fuck? Tell me they aren’t here because I refused to sell them alcohol.

 

“What do you want kids?” I asked in the bravest tone I could muster up. These teenagers are definitely not the usual good kids, I can see some of them with smokes and empty bottles and that only makes one thing clear, these kids are dangerous and I need to get out of here as soon as possible.

 

“Kids huh? What was so fucking hard in selling drinks? Isn’t that your job?” The one I suppose to be their leader said to me . At this point there were slowly forming a circle around me.

 

“Selling alcohol to teenagers is against the law and I could go to jail if I did” I tried to reason with them.

 

“What about we send you to the hospital instead” he said and they all raised whatever they had in hand in my direction. I held my breath in anticipation of their hits when a deep smouldering voice caused me to open my eyes.

 

“Let her go”

 

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice.

 

The tattooed stranger!

 

“And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is.

 

“Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened

 

It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy..

 

The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area.

 

“Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

 

“It’s nothing,I wonder why a girl as sexy as you would be walking alone at this hour. Don’t you know the streets are dangerous” he said taking slow strides towards me.

Did he just call me sexy? Oh god is imaginations going to happen tonight? The thought of it was so thrilling.

 

“Uh… my shift just ended and girl gotta go home right?” I said in a slutty tone while putting off a sexy expression.

 

“Ohh…then you should head home. Be careful” he said smiling.

I can’t help the disappointment I feel right now, was I wrong to assume he wants me? This is the second chance I get to get a good fuck from this heavenly looking man and I’m not about to loose it.

 

“A girl as sexy as me huh?” I said before I could be rational enough to stop myself. A smug smile displayed on his face and he moved closer.

 

“You just got that part?” His strong voice is making wetter than Andrew’s dick fucking ever did.

 

“Maybe” I shrugged bitting my lower lip. A gesture of seduction I use to get my way with men at the club from time to time but to my surprise, it didn’t work on him. He just stood there with a straight and calm face.

 

“You look like you need a lot of sleep” he teased

He wants to play hard? Let’s go!

 

“Well a good fuck could put me to good sleep” I responded boldly placing my palm over his cock.

 

“Are you asking me for sex young lady” he asked with a cocky tone

 

Fuck! Who is this sexy arrogant man?

 

“What do you think?” I asked slutryly. Where’s your shame Katherine? I screamed in my head

 

“Doesn’t matter, you have to say it if you want it” he said with same tone

 

What the actual fuck? Who’s this demon? I asked myself again. He wants me to beg him to fuck me, have I done that before? Hell no. Will I do it now? Yea. Don’t blame me, pressure in my panties could make anyone beg for a dick. And this isn’t just a dick, a strong dominating one as this god standing in front of me.

 

I looked him in the eye and nodded without a word.

 

“That’s not gonna work Angel, you have to say what you want” he said sliding his hand gentle on my exposed thigh. I almost moaned at the contact with my skin.

 

“I…..I….” I stammered finding it hard to let the words out

 

“You what?” He teased, sliding his hands to my inner thighs.

 

“I want you” I let out. My honey pot was throbbing at this point with the motion of his sinful fingers sliding across it.

 

“What do you want Angel?” He asked in a tone I couldn’t possibly resist as he cupped my womanhood.

 

“I want yo …..u to fuck me” I whimpered out.

 

“Now there is a good girl” he said with a cocky smirk.

 

Fuck this man!