Once inside, I immediately headed to the bar and ordered a cosmopolitan. Then I found a spot to lean against, so I could scope out the crowd or wait for someone to come to me. I adjusted my cropped top, which showed off the abs I’d worked so hard on, and rested my foot against the wall, doing my best to look cute and available.
I pulled out my phone, held it up to my face, and took several pictures at different angles. I scrolled through them, picked the one I liked best, and posted it on Instagram. ‘Looking for my Daddy tonight,’ I captioned before I hit post.
As I sipped my drink, I scanned the crowd of men and some women. It was growing more crowded by the minute. The bar was dark, filled with purple and pink neon lights, and the pop music was loud. The lights and darkness always made me look and feel more attractive, so I felt bolder and more confident.
If I didn’t find someone soon, I’d hit the dance floor and find someone to grind against. That usually did the trick. As fun as dancing was, I hated getting all sweaty, so dancing was generally my last resort.
By the time I finished my drink, no one had approached me. There were plenty of men who looked, but no one tried to talk to me. I could speak to them, but my confidence was sinking faster than the Titanic.
I headed back to the bar, dropped off my glass, and ordered another drink, then I headed back to the wall, doing my best to look sexy and available.
Maybe tonight wasn’t my night. Perhaps I looked too desperate. I didn’t know why that would matter as long as they got a fuck, right? As the minutes ticked by and the songs played on, my confidence dropped to near zero. Yeah, I neededto work on my self-esteem. I was smart enough to know that. But knowing and feeling were two different things. They often competed for dominance.
Before I was about to give up and go home, a man started heading my way. I could tell because his eyes never left mine, the closer he got. There was also no one standing close to me. He was so tall, with broad shoulders. As he meandered my way, easily moving through the crowd, I could see an air of elegance and grace surrounding him. He was a man of refinement.
Hell, at this point, I would’ve taken some bonehead jock wanting to experiment for the first time, but to have this man head my way… Perhaps no one approached me earlier because fate was saving that man solely for me. Ridiculous, but a boy could dream.
I put on my naughty-boy persona, gnawed on my lip, and slipped my hand through my blouse to pinch my nipple. His eyes narrowed, and his brow dropped at my movement. I took a sip of my drink and kept my eyes on him. Not bad for a guy with little confidence, if I said so myself.
The closer he got, the sexier he looked. Yeah, he was hot as hell. The man had to be at least ten years older. I loved an older man, but not my father’s age. Not my thing. Older men tended to know what they were doing sexually. And they also had this confidence I could only dream of.
“Hel-lo, Daddy,” I mumbled to myself.
His hair was dark brown, but not as dark as mine, which he kept cropped on the sides, and the long parts neatly combed back. His beard was short enough that you could see the cute dimple in his chin. His skin was ivory, making his dark lashes pop on his face. I couldn’t see the color of his eyes in the dark club with flashing lights, but they were intense and piercing. They held your attention, controlling you without words. With one look, he could bend you to his will.
Fuck me… That’s hot.
“Yes, bend me, Daddy,” I whispered so that he couldn’t hear me.
Iloveda dominant man. Right then, I knew he would take control and give me the pounding of a lifetime. He had a confidence I only dreamed of.
The man stood close to me, hovering with one arm resting above my head on the wall. With his free hand, he gently fingered a lock of my curls. A cloud of something amber and spice washed over me. “Hello, Princess. You can call me King for the evening.”
“Hello, ‘King for the Evening.’ I’m Andrew.” Yeah, I wasn’t about to give out my real name to strangers. It was one thing letting them fuck you for twenty minutes or for the night. It was another to have them know who you were. I didn’t want anyone to have any details about me other than how tight my ass was around their cock.
“I have a private room,” he said in a rich baritone that sent shivers up my spine in the best way. What a delicious voice.
“Oh,fancy,” I said.
And fancy it was. Usually, these dudes just hauled me off to the bathroom where other men were fucking, sucking, and taking pisses. You had to pay for the private rooms where you could party, suck cock through the provided glory holes, or have sex while watching porn.
“I want to fuck you while you suck off my friend. Would you like that?”
His black dress shirt was unbuttoned halfway, exposing gorgeous chest hair. I loved it when they didn’t shave it all off. My fingers walked up his chest and played with the soft hair. “Sounds fun, darling. My only rule is that we use condoms.” It didn’t matter if I took PrEP. I still didn’t want to take any risks.
He grinned, and even though it was sexy and crooked, it softened his features. “But of course. I even have some lube.”
“Sold to the sexy king. My body is all yours for the night, honey.”
The hottie plucked my unfinished drink from me and held my hand in his, which was soft and warm. He had manicured hands. Expensive hands. He led me toward the back, where the private rooms were located. Damn, I felt kind of special. Of all the cute men he could’ve chosen, he picked me.
The room was dark and big enough to fuck in, with a booth and a table to party at. There was a TV screen showing some gay porn, and on the wall was a glory hole, where I supposed I would be sucking off his friend.
King closed the door behind us, locked it, and set my drink down on the table.
“Where’s your friend?” I asked. “Does he have a name?”
“You can call him ‘Knight.’”
