“Don’t you know how to fucking knock?” I snap, and he closes the door and storms over, trapping me between the sink and his body. He grabs hold of my hair and yanks my head to the side just as the coke starts to flow through my body. The moan that leaves my mouth is slightly pornographic.
“Don’t you know it’s polite to share?” he whispers in a husky voice before attacking my mouth with his in a hot, demanding kiss. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth as he holds my head hostage. Instead of panicking like I probably should, with his hard body fencing me in, I melt against him, feeling safe and protected for the first time since I escaped from Peter. This kiss feels like he’s laying claim to my body, and the taste of him is wild and addicting. Just as I reach up to wrap my arms around him, he rips himself away from my mouth. Those piercing blue eyes behind his mask feel like they can see deep into my soul.
Without a word, he bends me back, using my hair to control my movement so that my breasts lift up to him like an obscene offering to a god. They’re barely covered by the Wonder Woman bustier, the rounded globes highlighted in the dim lighting.
“Stay there,” he orders, letting go of my hair to grab the baggie of powder and the dollar straw.
Tapping out the last little bit of powder across my right breast, he forms it into a line with a hand much more experienced than mine. With his eyes locked on mine, he bends over and snorts the powder from my breast. My panties become even damper with desire while my mouth goes dry at the sexy sight. He throws the straw to the side then runs his tongue along my breast, cleaning up the residue, before yanking down the top of my bustier and latching his hot mouth around one of my nipples. A moan leaves my mouth, but just as quickly as it happens, he pulls away and grabs hold of my hair once more. His blue eyes are lit with fervor, and I watch as his pupils blow out, leaving only a tiny ring of blue.
“Say stop, and I’ll let go, pull up your top, and walk away. We can go back to the dance floor and pretend like this never happened. But I think you need this. I think you want me to take away your control and make this decision for you. I think you crave having someone take care of these needs for you. So what will it be? Do you want me to take care of you?”
Those words in that husky voice hit every one of my buttons, and all I can do is groan and nod my head as much as he allows me with his tight grip.
“I need the words. Do you want this?”
“Yes.” The word is a quiet sigh that falls off my lips. My body is taut with anticipation, and my eyes are hooded with desire. I want what this man is offering, damn the consequences. Maybe he can finally silence all the nasty voices inside my head. I don’t even care that he’s a perfect stranger. It might be better that way.
He leans closer and brushes his lips across mine, a soft gesture, before whispering, “Good girl.”
Suddenly, he spins me and pushes me over the sink. I hear the clink of him undoing his belt buckle, the noise loud in the room. He pulls my hands behind my back, and I feel him wrap his leather belt around them, securing them tightly. He then spins me back around to face him. My hands are securely fastened behind my back, pinned against the sink, leaving my heaving breasts on display. A small smirk lifts his lips.
“Hmm, more party favors.” He leans in and licks a long line over each nipple. They’re so tight now they ache, and his attention feels so good, another loud noise slips from my mouth unbidden. “I like pulling noises like that from you. Don’t be shy now.” He brushes another light kiss across my lips before returning his attention to my nipples. My mystery companion licks, sucks, and uses his fingers to pluck at them until I’m just about sobbing, then he pulls back, leaving me aching and close to begging when the cool air brushes over them.
He kneels and shimmies down the blue skirt of my costume, taking my panties with him so that my bottom half is completely naked to his eyes. I should feel self-conscious and exposed, but all I feel is sexy, wanton, and desirable. I desperately want to run my hands through his hair and pull his face to exactly where I need it, but I can’t. I’m completely at his mercy.
He licks his lips and gently lifts my left leg, dragging it up and over his shoulder, opening me up to him. I can feel my desire trickling down the remaining leg, and he runs his tongue up my thigh, trying to catch it before it can go any farther. This time, it’s his moan that reaches my ears, and when his shocking blue eyes lock with mine, I see my need reflected in them. As much as he acts like he’s in control, I think he’s hanging on by a thread.
Without another word, he runs his tongue through my folds, and my other knee buckles. He wraps his large hands around my waist and holds me in place as he thoroughly works my pussy over with his mouth. The tension in my body ratchets higher with the tease of his tongue across my clit in light brushes before going back to my folds, thrusting his tongue as deep as he can. It’s kind of depraved, but he has no hesitation about shoving his face into my wet, needy pussy. It’s almost like he wants to be coated in me.
Pulling back, he sinks two fingers deep into my channel, and I clench around him as another ragged moan leaves my mouth. Slowly, he thrusts them in and out while he pays special attention to my clit. Arching my back, I moan at all the sensations that are battering my body. Every touch feels amazing, like nothing I’ve ever felt before or could possibly feel again. I want to bottle this moment so I can always have it. Just as I feel myself about to tip over the edge, he pulls away.
I scream my frustration, and he chuckles as he removes my leg from his shoulder and stands up, his hands going to his pants and his eyes meeting mine.
“It’s almost like you thought you were in charge, but I can guarantee you’re not. I’m in charge of your pleasure, and you will come whenIallow you to.” His husky voice holds a threat, and I shudder with anticipation. “If I wanted, I could take my cock out right now and get you down on your knees so I could fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Or I could stroke it myself and paint that soft, silky skin with my release, denying you yours.” He slowly draws his pants down his thick thighs, showing me that he’s going commando. His long, girthy length glistens with precum, and my mouth starts to water. I wouldn’t be opposed to getting down on my knees, but the thought of being denied my orgasm makes me cry out, begging him.
“Please.” I sound desperate and breathy, and he chuckles as he runs a hand up and down that thick length.
“Oh, I do believe hearing you beg is my new favorite sound.” He bends down and pulls a condom out of the wallet in his pants before ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it over his cock.
Grabbing me by the waist, he spins me, using a large hand to gently bend me over the sink, kicking my legs farther apart with his. He slides his hand into my hair before gripping tight and pulling my head back just a little.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to be feeling me for days.” He slowly releases my hair and runs a finger down the length of my spine before clasping my hip. I feel him line himself up, and with a smooth movement, he forces himself deep with one thrust. I gasp at that invasion and the slight bite of pain as my pussy adjusts to the intrusion.
His hands clench my waist hard as he takes a moment to adjust, leaving what I’m sure will be bruises tomorrow morning. I feel the brush of armor against my back as he leans in and runs a wet tongue along the same path his finger just took, but I’m done waiting. I need him to move, and I’m not above begging.
“Please, I need it,” I all but sob, and I get that wicked chuckle again before he pulls back and thrusts deep. My body, which is already teetering on the edge of an orgasm, trembles with the sensation, but he doesn’t stop there. He sets a punishing pace, giving us both what we need. My focus narrows as I zero in on all the sensations flowing through my body. I desperately want to pluck at my nipples, but my hands are tied. I bite my lip at the feeling of his long deep strokes, my breath becoming a hiss. Wanting more, I arch my back further, giving him a better angle, and sure enough, he starts to hit the hot button on the front wall of my pussy. Over and over again, he slides against that spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head. I push back against his thrusts, needing something else, hanging on the cusp of an explosion that I’m unable to reach.
“Please, I need more!” I cry out, and one of his hands slides around my hip to my clit. With one last vicious thrust, he pinches it, and I fly off the edge. A hot, searing bolt of pleasure courses through my body, and my scream echoes around the room, his guttural groan joining it in harmony. His cock throbs, and my channel fiercely clasps him in release, unwilling to let him retreat just yet as my orgasm continues to rack my body.
I’m not sure how long we stand there, but the soft brush of a kiss across my shoulder brings me back to the present, as does the feeling of loss when he pulls himself free. I remain still as he moves around behind me, mourning the brush of his pants against my thighs when he pulls them back up. After a moment, I feel his hands on mine, releasing me from his restraints before rubbing some sensation back into my arms. His hands drop away, and I use my now free arms to push myself off the sink while the shuffling sounds tell me he’s putting his belt back on. Dazedly, I feel him turn me around, then he hands me a couple of napkins he grabbed off a nearby shelf. I slowly clean myself up as he bends down and helps me back into my clothes. When he stands, he pulls my bustier up, covering my breasts and putting me back to rights. He then smooths back my hair before lifting my head so my eyes can meet his.
What I see there has me shrinking back. Gone is the heated, lust-filled look, and in its place is cold, calculating anger.
“Next time you want to get high, I suggest you lock the door behind you. You’re lucky it was me that walked in, not someone who would sell a photo of the spoiled heiress doing coke to the press.” He releases my hair and steps away while a chill starts to fill me. He sounds so annoyed, and I don’t know how he snapped so quickly.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Jacinta. Oh, and happy birthday.”
Without a backward glance, Batman leaves the room, firmly closing the door behind him, and I sag against the sink, my strung out body still enjoying the echoes of my orgasm despite my racing mind.Oh my god. Who the hell was that? He obviously knew who I was. Did he target me? What was I thinking?
