Two

The ride to the club was quiet, my mind replaying the events of the day and my heartbreak. I had loved Mike so much that I invested my all into the relationship without holding back . That was how much I cared about him, but like everyone else, he ended up betraying me.

I got out of the car and walked into the club, heading directly for the bartender. “The usual?” he asked. I nodded, my tears flowing this time, but I sniffed, trying to compose myself. “Are you fine, ma’am?” he asked, concerned. I nodded in response.

The loud music banged in my head, but I knew that as soon as I drank some alcohol, it wouldn’t matter anymore. He tossed a drink my way, and I immediately downed it in one gulp, the alcohol burning against my throat. “Hit me with another,” I said.

I could tell the bartender looked at me with concern before reluctantly agreeing to give me another shot. He mixed my drink while I wasted no time gulping it down. I almost broke down crying again, but I quickly controlled it, taking another shot to suppress my pain. At this point, the alcohol was finally beginning to kick in. My head felt light and my vision blurry as I took another one.

At that moment, I forgot all my troubles as it felt like it was just me on top of the world. I looked around and noticed someone from the VVIP corner not too far away, staring directly at me with a cold expression.

I squinted to get a better view, the colorful lights of the club not helping. Surrounding him were a group of women, each laughing and enjoying their drinks as they whispered things in his ear, but he didn’t break eye contact with me, his eyes still focused on mine. I smiled to myself, thinking, why not have a little fun tonight to get my mind off my troubles?

Despite my drunken state, I composed myself and walked toward the dance floor. As I did, I began to see the man in a different light. He was handsome, a little older than me, but damn, was he hot. He had the sexiest silver eyes that seemed to bore into my soul, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing the tattoos on his chest, with a nice silver necklace matching his eyes dangling from his neck.

His sleeves were rolled up over his elbows, giving me a glimpse of more tattoos on his arms. His dark hair tossed gently over his well-sculpted face. He really was a work of art, and that gave me more courage to do what I had in mind.

I started dancing right there, twisting and turning my body seductively, which seemed to catch his attention as he stared at me with more interest. On a normal day, this was something I would never do, but the alcohol pushed me further. It was a dance floor, and everyone else was dancing, so I didn’t stand out too much anyway.

I made eye contact with the man while dancing, and he did the same with me. His expression was cold, so I couldn’t quite tell if I was of any interest to him, but his eyes were on me, and the girls sitting with him seemed to notice as they glared at me.

I decided to take a bold step and walked toward him. A few guards suddenly blocked my path, preventing me from going further, but the man made a hand gesture, ordering them to let me through. They immediately cleared the path, and I continued toward him.

He glanced at the other girls sitting beside him as if telling them to leave with his eyes, they groaned, rolled their eyes, and walked away, leaving just the two of us. I sat down close to him, and he turned to make eye contact with me, his expression still cold. “Thanks for clearing the crowd,” I said, leaning in closer. “I was starting to think I would d have to fight them off to get your attention.”

He looked at me for a while without saying a word. Then he smirked, took a sip of his wine, and said, “Clearing the crowd was the least I could do.” He leaned in close to me, causing my cheeks to flush slightly, but I tried to keep my eyes on him. He moved to my ear and whispered, “ I have been waiting for someone worth my attention all night, and I think I just found her.”

Even his voice was the sexiest thing ever, and it somehow made me wet. It was embarrassing to admit, but it did. At that moment, I knew I was going to fuck this man tonight, no matter the cost. He looked at me, his silver eyes into mine, and I was tempted to look away. There was an awkward silence as I waited for the right words to say before asking, “Do you want to dance?”

I looked at the dance floor before looking back at him. “Right now?” There was another silence as I realized he was a man of few words. He lifted his brow, his eyes on me, and simply said, “Sure.”

I rose to my feet almost immediately, stretching my hand out to him. He took it with a smirk and followed me to the dance floor. I started dancing while he simply stared at me, his body swaying slightly to the tune of the music.

Then he took a bold step, taking control as his hands went around my waist, pulling me close to him, our lips just inches away from each other. I looked him in the eyes, my hands instinctively going to his shoulders as we made eye contact. His eyes traveled from my face to my lips, and I bit my lip gently, trying to control myself. I didn’t know if I was horny or nervous at that moment, or maybe a blend of both.

He leaned in closer, the tip of our noses brushing slightly. Just when I thought he was about to kiss me, he spun me around, my back colliding with his chest. I took this as an opportunity to take things further, smiling to myself nervously as I began to dance softly, rubbing my ass on his growing bulge.

He placed his hands on my hips, gently holding me in place as he controlled my motion. I could feel his bulge growing slightly in his pants, but I didn’t mind. I was rocking him so seductively that it would be very hard for it not to grow.

I pressed my back against him, throwing my head back to give him access to my neck. He leaned in gently, his hot breath fanning against my skin. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of having him this close. He brushed his lips gently against my neck before moving to my ear and whispering, “Do you want to get out of here?”

I immediately knew what he meant, and that’s exactly what I had been trying to achieve. Everything happened so fast, and it was all a blur. One moment we were in the club, the next we were in an extravagant hotel room.

He settled into a chair, staring at me while I stood in front of him. The more I looked at this man under a brighter light, the more I wanted to strip right there and then, to do every wicked thing running through my mind for him. He was unbelievably sexy. I gulped, watching as his jaw clenched, his silver eyes raking over me.

“Take it off,” he commanded, looking at me. If anyone else had given me such an order, I would have been upset, but with him, I just wanted to get down on my knees and do as I was told. I reached for my shirt, slowly unbuttoning it as his eyes remained fixed on me.

I removed my shirt, tossing it aside to reveal my bra. I reached for my jeans, gently pulling them down while his eyes stayed on me. I could see the hunger and desire in his gaze. I reached for my bra to unhook it, but he immediately stopped me, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll take that off myself.” I bit my lower lip as he continued, “Come here.”

I could tell he was dominant, enjoying the feeling of being in control, which I found unusually hot. I had always been the one in control sexually all my life, so it felt nice for someone to tell me what to do for a change. “Come here,” he repeated, and I immediately walked over to him, half-naked. His eyes scanned over my frame as he readjusted himself in his seat, stretching his hand toward me. He placed it on the small of my back and used it to pull me closer to him.

His hands left the small of my back, reaching gently for my ass and squeezing it softly with his big hands. His right hand left my hip, traveling slowly to my panties as he slid his finger at the hem, dragging them down until my private area was right in his face. He stared at it with so much hunger. Slowly, he brushed his finger against it, his thumb pressing my nipples gently in a teasing manner, and I let out a gasp.

He lifted his head to look at me. I bit my lips, trying to suppress the moan that was about to escape, as he flicked his thumb against my sensitive area again. I gasped in response, and he smirked before rising to his feet. He was so tall he towered over me.

He moved me a bit closer, looking into my eyes as his hand slowly traveled to my bra. He unhooked it, revealing my round, medium-sized breasts. He gazed at them hungrily, gently cupping them in his hands before pinching the nipples slightly, causing me to gasp. I stared at him in the eyes, not saying a word as he moved his lips closer to me, his hands still fondling my breasts.

I tried to kiss him, but just like earlier, he avoided it. His hands swiftly grabbed a handful of my hair, gently snapping my neck backward, giving him a good view of my neck. He gently placed kisses on my neck, making me moan softly. He bit and nibbled on it, his tongue teasing my skin while his hands fondled my breast. He then kissed his way up to my ear, whispering, “You are so fucking sexy.”

His fingers wandered between the folds of my pussy, sliding gently in between as his thumb kept teasing my clit. I almost went wild, releasing the moan I had been trying so hard to hide. Then he finally said,

“Do you really want this? Can you handle the way I will want you all night without mercy?”